winter winds blow from the north and i need wings. i sing from the pit of my stomach because it's all i can do. i can remember those warm summer days where i didn't have to feel all of this. nothing. everything. it was simple. something. all it is. i think i was happy washing clean the stains of time. breaking. the whole world. except your heart. what's been wrong all this time that i can't think?...i'm wondering... i shouldn't frown. you couldn't let me down. you couldn't fucking care less. an epiphany. a symphony of drowning emotions. a triumph that faults this condition. a rage that defies my disposition. at an age where i was ready for everything except for this.