Daybreak. at the bottom of lake. it's a hundred degrees I can't breathe. And I won't get out. 'til I figure it out. Though I'm weak like I can't believe.
He seems alone and silent. Thoughts remain without an answer. Afraid and uninvited. He slowly drifts away. . Moved by desire and fear. Breaking delicate wings.
There was no time for pain. No energy for anger. The sightlessness of hatred. slips away. Walking through winter streets. alone. . He stops and take a breath.