Dripping with a fiery warmth… and necessary conflict. Points of view, clash between the middle and young.
The stranger exits, with bonds broken by a grudge A different path…a connected path.
Opening jagged conflict of multiple truth, strung by doubt. Ears question the motives of man’s intent?
Shadows of the past. Ageless memories ignite.
A small tip of the steel wing dips. Soaring through the midnight sky, roaring engines sing the song of love's goodbye.
A loss so powerful, you may feel overwhelmed, and it may be difficult to deal with at times.
Now we're standing in the Funhouse of Mirrors, wondering which way is out. The seconds playing leapfrog.