In the End, said and done with a red bow or a glistening cherry all the same as it has always been. With older skin and weary thoughts but only a page torn from what you are to show for it. Another shade of a darker color? To find again another whose eyes are able and willing to look up from the feet and see that we stand in a circle.

You hope you hope you pray(?) to be correct but then again a fool for a head. who can you trust when HEAD turns against you?? To be a fool and a scholar, stand by helpless as you fool yourself into what fits your NEMESIS HEAD. And now you find yourself in the comfort:company of another, (a flower in a frozen field), whose own head can see itself and you as well. To listen to the fool. To feel the warmth of ignorant embrace.

Tell me how you feel because I do not know how to act with respect to where you are in your own (nemesis head). We are. A definition placed on weak lips by a magician of sorts, whose own secrets are locked beneath the curling wandering roots of the ancient tree. To speak freely is a curse in a gift given by his spinning hands; to know the truth and to understand its implication. If only for once both me, and too the (I) in you could converse in free form with no barriers laid between by our long rotten ancestors, we could paint each other with our thoughts.