A new image comes forth, to reveal the purity of the old. Deep brown eyes lead to a core of honesty. Unwavering comforts, not harmed by the flames of despair. The road ahead remains plagued by the unknown. The seconds disappear, in a rapid array Of lost opportunities.
Silence is what remains.
A shelter from preeminent consequences. The price on pays for shelter Can be devastating. Either to be cloaked by invisible security, Or to be smothered by inability. The words disintegrate to miniscule thoughts Lost in a sea of uncertainty. To speak out is to make oneself susceptible To the pain the unfeeling world can Conjure up at the drop of a hat.