Matt- Our hands wove this basket that held our hearts. Our fingers crossed in a wickerwork design. And though we knew this patchwork was coming undone, we persued emotions not quite held true to. We acted out the motions with thoughts of greater things. These unsaid words created an eidolon and I'm an emotional liability.
I don't know about you dear, but I to have thoughts to have posthumously done things differently. Communication will be our key; we'll unlock these doors locked long ago. But I'm not sure i'm ready to know what went wrong. And my heart still changes with every color of autumn. I too am a catalyst with the best intentions.
Tyler- and nothing you know of me will breathe of patience, in eyes involuntarily living. im breathing. im desperately searching for the branch to hold me as i walk the path that has been set before me. with my head held high and my feet below me. and i feel, i feel everything.