Somehow the story continues as I hold on and look, Here we are, like something unbreakable. The sweet taste of summer teases the tip of my tongue. I've dreamt of feeling alive for some time now, I believe finally a change is on its way. Restlessly I'll wait, barely breathing, just savoring each passive moment of my life while it still lasts. I stare into the sun Bleeding tears now as I write What is love? And why does it burn? Even now as lost as I am I won't surrender the pen In all my battles it has been my greatest weapon, my only source of survival now more than ever I need it. Time to rid myself of all this Baggage, to inhale something New Perhaps I will bloom into the wildflow I was always meant to be I'm ready for change In fact, I call it by name, beckoning forth all that is mine to come All the chaos, all the wild. I crave oblivion in all its unrefined glory. I want it. Suddenly, my pen drops the moment the sun begins to set as if to say "That is all for now."