My brain fixes itself on the fluxation in the tonality of your voice
Inflection that you did not wish to come out, brings forth the greatest of my destruction

And as you wobble back and forth on the pendulum of your emotions core
I stand off from aside, having already picked my vantage point for this debacle

When you finally come to a grinding halt you blame me for grabbing hold of your space
Only to realize the morrow after that it was your arm that produced the disruption

So, as any deception change goes, you continue on the opposite path that once you walked, and declare the opposing side as the one who has mistrodden.

Claiming that you will continue, this triage of lies, deception, and stubbornness goes steady full force ahead on a path of destruction and general mayhem.

Until the bane of your existence comes around full force and knocks the breath from your lungs.

The on that beautiful day (as in giant treacherous rain storms are beautiful) everything that once you thought was before you eyes gets washed away and the sun comes out to shine upon your clean new world.

As your draw breath like a newborn child your mind wraps itself around the harsh reality of this fragmented existence.

Os as all humans who pass the torture test: you take your grief and your sorrow with you, the depths of your mind and heart, into the broken palace were you once walked so proud.

And there you shall wander forever cursing your youth and ignorance, forever resisting your stubbornness and pride.

This final passage sometimes last a lifetime, slowly you begin to see the truth about your travels and overcome your fears and unbind your heart to be free, you open yourself once again to love and to passion.

The pain that dragged behind you all those dreary years forever slowing your transition has now been set free.

So run away, be free and as rootless as the wind, set yourself straight ahead and roll into this life that awaits you.

The stages have all been played, the scars on the heart and the bruises on the soul how start to recede and fall away to mere memory that eventually fades like the setting of the sun.

Oh my child the trenches we dig ourselves into and the torture we put on our own hearts.

Love is mixed up with pain, furry, madness and forgiveness. Love is a beautiful jealous and fantastic preoccupation. Both ruff and tender, ominous and hopeful.

To penetrate to the depths of our souls love must be as sharp as a sword and as gentle as the air. To stir our hearts and claim precedence on our thoughts love must be hurtful and caring, each at the same moment in the flicker of time.