The ever forming waring sky will kiss the Earth one seedling at a time
Her lips a peaceful, somber, reflection and a good excuse to stay inside
This effervescent catalyst of growth and conversation
Makers of new air, and the reason for my complacency


I've found it's best to learn to love the rain
the misery it brings is the misery we gain
all this time were killing is just another word for change
Pass it along or spend it down the drain
Time spent stored down under the earth
is still present enough to rise up from the dirt
this opportunity for stagnant complacency will not be spent in vein
but I can't help but miss you every time it rains

I am an angel freed from stone, designed by tragedy, and carved by a blade with the metallic sheen of determination. Wading in my passion like a river sometimes gentle, sometimes not. Holding on with only my fingertips to a tree branch through the raging uncertainty of my necessary evils. How I long to let go. How I long to be free. To let the ever pressing current take me beyond this current situation we call reality, and into an ever present existence where I am no more than an illuminant spec in the boundless wind. It is here, I hear your voice as clairvoyant as the restless vibrations chanting against my skin, "Hold on Ryan, Hold on."