Walls crumble on shadows twisted images become clear breaking four parts into two passing thoughts like car window views sky breathes precipitation trees bend knowledge of past youth ages like molding bread water speaks secrets loudly the odd brain lies gospel truth light hold dark content heavy bares no weight at all dreams offer more pain than life
one day, we will see past all this bullshit we will, move on and never look back stare past what you can see look inside and find what's real what happens will be