If I trust in the wind she will pave me a different road. I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else. I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the pigment of trust. Must be on my way I've gotta get home. Won't be back someday so let it unfold.
I've abandoned the outcome in search of the rest I deserve. You can do what you will with my body but I won't ring the bell. I've omitted the chapters that bow and admit defeat.
Higher than mountains of cavernous people searching for a lighthouse in the fog.
-Cedric Bixler Zavala
Empty Vessels Make the Loudest Sound
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