The skies are grey and laden, the wind is cold and lonely, the mind it wanders, untouched yet scathed by the unseen.
Nick drake croons in the distance.” Autumn leaves and winter skies….”
This and more tries to reopen the wounds once healed, the scars they crave for your attention.
The lake and its shimmering lights beg to be touched, the fog engulfs your existence.
You are reduced to a slave, a victim of the joys of one’s dreams once unfulfilled.