Oh how bells appear when you disappear I thought it couldn’t last much further from the distance. I hope that time will heal this heart wound you hold upon your brow amidst the flurry of upquaint power struggled archetypal mother directing your every move. Break free. I hear it now. Freedom. It calls me
Single I shall be. Always the dreamer even upon a cloudy shy day. There can be no tainting of this soul once its reveling again in the freedom it always sought after. Love.