Bodies, Rest, Motion

The words still sting. The sun still burns. The night still beckons. The mist never becomes rain. Theres comfort in the fog. You can't see much behind you or in front of you. You stop looking back. You deal with whats ahead. When you get there, the seasons will break. Stay steady, hold on. That nice day, that perfect moment will happen again. In a second you'll remember, that somewhere in the shade of day, and the shadows of night, a calm wind blows in every direction. The wind is hope. The hope is life.