The stranger exits, with bonds broken by a grudge A different path…a connected path.
Sending chills down the back of a leathery spine. What's mine is yours, throughout this short time. Sharing, creating, penetrating. Strike.
Dripping with a fiery warmth… and necessary conflict. Points of view, clash between the middle and young.
It’s the thorn of the ghost. A reminder of consequences, that attracts and repels the nature of life. It’s a burden that scars the eyes. Open for the world to see. And…
Simplicity of life mixed with the moral decay. It’s the depth of the heart that is triggered and frayed.
Shadows of the past. Ageless memories ignite.
Opening jagged conflict of multiple truth, strung by doubt. Ears question the motives of man’s intent?