I cut myself off from a world of friends and hope some days.That I should believe in the notion of forever and in the unityof years spent pondering up..
I grasp for a beginning to this headlong dreamburied in nervousness and a never-ending confessiongiven only to shimmering. Of night and the soft melod..
Still, I confessthere is much more to unearthand understand about certain connotations- the ability to breathe when cold envelops- the span of fingers..