Repeated Withdrawal.

Like fresh winter's breeze, I had seen the slippery, silent warning. I cowered and I scared myself witless. Literally.

I dodged it, I ran from it, I played games and I never let it slide into my consciousness. So there it domiciled. Like an evil spirit, like an unforgivable curse.

I could not..nay, cannot, move now. I'm to hold the ground I'm standing on, for this is the only land I know. It is the only season I recognize. My season of strife.

The choices are many, but obligations few. It's not a board-game one plays, one never by chance lets tender words escape from the recesses of their soul. Mine exudes love. Caged love. Cursed is the man to beat against self-made, impenetrable walls!

If I stood like a symbol of exquisite pain, would you believe it? If I bared the intensity of my love, would you understand it? When my face passes you by, will you see it glistening with guilt?

Ah. You feel the bitterness suffocate you. Then trample, tread and tear. You can shatter the remaining bits of my earnest faith.

Stuck and now firmly silent. The peripheral being still exists while my heart dies a thousand deaths.

It's your turn to hate and curve into a mocking smile. I'm the scarecrow of all my wrongs and of unfinished hopes.

The stars exploded into the ugly night sky, shreding the veil of silver dreams. The moonbeam seared the bright sun's rays, for its mission of self-destruction.