At the Tail End of Enough

i give myself permission to walk away why display when my heart is in disarray the delay causes me to slowly decay why put my life on hold for an icy maiden who wears her moniker so bold even when it is damp and mercilessly cold, an effortlessly careless spirit will surely unfold i give myself permission to simply let it be clarity and its colors i now more therapeutically see crystalline, rhythmic patterns are surprisingly refreshing to me i reckon this is what a vast majority experience when truly feeling free