Easy breeze blows above my head, nonchalant, surprisingly gallant. "Let me take your hand and lead you to a place where phases end, and thoughts fly away." Romancing my spirit and breathing into my hair, the breeze whispers words from another time, rubbing calmly over my scars, sugarcoating my wounds and promising me, A Better Reality. The sun is wiser, the sun knows better. "Do not trust the breeze", it fires from within. "But it feels easy, it feels right", I say, and I lay my hand in the winds hands. So permeable! "I'm still holding them", the wind smirks.

Marmalade skies are at sea, rowing You're changing without you even knowing Where is it that you're lacking, you stop to ponder, is it because your heart has grown fonder? It's a pity to have come to this conclusion, with it's sharp contrast and twisting illusion. Who is it that you've hurt so badly, is it somebody you have once loved madly? Or is it somebody who falls beyond your arena, flesh and bones, with a  heart and plea. Somebody that seeked your attention, who never asked but symbolized. And, who is it that's changing after all? What is 'Changing'? Is it the shift from green to autumn, your shift from moody to compromising, or my shift from violet to mint? Is it just a Shift afterall? Maybe it's nothing. Maybe all the decisions you've ever made are wrong, that land you in a state you can't seem to escape. Or perhaps you've been making all the correct decisions, you can hope for an award later on. But, maybe, in al