Muscle memory control; body that was stole.
To say it’s unharmed yet still charmed..
A placid dream with a stormy theme swirled around my mind with attention undefined; the waves spoke with an intertwined remind wispering the rememberance of a time left behind; but the two here being reassigned and to themselves must have confined..
The silence that broke the quiet, asking to enrage a riot, was denied and set aside.
Mumbled that he tried but there was nothing to provide, for these things rest inside, making us divide– we can choose the jekyll or the hyde but to one you’ll always lie..
Come back to me, fear!
I knew you would appear to point what was not clear so that I may engineer a scheme to persevere the frontier for the next year.
That’s how it’ll be– for love must agree, but I need to see if it’s possible to be completely set free….
Yours,
J.Schay
