For I was once reliant on your exasperating breathes of life, currently that summer solstice scorches soft grains of my skin, how words can be so kind and bruising holding hands as they skip into the sunset, Once I was this way with anger flourishing like the riverbend highways, expelling out of every crack and crevice to be seen unending, but that was of a different time, a different deceptive decade that I was scammed of my freedom of mind, the waiting of my hands has cause humility to uproar, the ice age has proven most effective in my ways of life, time has reversed pondering on how those hands do move ever so tenderly, do not be grieved on who once was your beloved acquaintance, but be declared rejoiced of my transformation, finally figuring out who lurks around the corner of my paved roadway +End