We started together as two little seeds and we both grew together yet after more than seven years of being together we are slowly splitting. Both looking for fertile grounds. Yet for me there is no fertile grounds with out you. But you're running away and there is no catching up. So when you're running please look back and watch me wither away as my pedals fall and turn into brown dust that is pushed into the summer breeze. For there is no turning back now the damage has already been done.
The Flowers of the Breeze
October 13, 2011