Who calls through the door of myth and shadow, falling through an abyss of emotions that seems impossible to function. The cracking of wood that falls from it's hold on a tree, the collar that most wear around your neck. The love you remember that was true, how they where rapped around your finger. Wind that blows in your face of non direction, soft feeling of the cold. The break of ones heart hurts more then others care to mention. How many times must it take for others to let go but impossible to forget and able to say that they were your family among everything else that comes to play. The fate really is all over the place just like ones destiny to follow ones leader but is never forgotten.
4-23-15
