Dog Days
I can't see her face. Honestly, I can't. I imagine what's it like, Behind that grace - The voice, that soothes you into taking her word. My experiences has changed me; I can see clearly now, the rain has gone. Everything is set to " We ", and in plain sight. I enjoy this change. It feels like a new Start. But I don't notice that I'm spiraling out of control. The daggers conspire while I aspire to truly desire and gain back my soul. I'm oblivious to the darkness that beckons me. I feel like I'm on the Edge, with no control whatsoever; no balance, no stick, caught between this huge wedge. But now, the final deed is done. I can't hear her anymore. She's gone. And she replies with this . Welcome. To Windows 10. D. (And at the turn of the tide, I have returned once again. The snitch is yours to keep. Have at it! Kaleida - Think . )