of you fell and pointed up their sharpened corners.
the scenery and the wind feel different. the season is beginning to shift.
to the point that it was cracking and breaking.
on my palm, my wishes are slipping through my fingers. if you spend every waking minute worrying and working at the end of your precious life you will look back with regret. take time to spend with people you love and let the others go. keep it simple! breathe a big sigh of relief and go outside. let go of worry and feel the wind on your face. the lord and lady are waiting! 