Your energy is shifting within the weather and the chaos surrounding your memory starts to tether your sensory. As your plan manifests, as your hands collapse in distress, we hold down each season to accentuate the reasoning behind your actions... still the message becomes lost within your transgressions. With your hands in your mouth, you keep trying to stop the words from coming out. With your eyes focused on mine, you keep trying to lie. I hear the phrasing but I, I can't bare to watch you leave. You're standing in the frame, just waiting for the lens to close. You are not standing in the way so please don't lose hope.
Created: May 14, 2010Document Media