Scattered thoughts. No longer knowing what you thought you knew. Knowledge rendered obsolete. Angles varied, remains unseen. Hidden truths, revealed none. Silent thoughts curdle. The stench, unspeakable. Unspoken emotion, deeply felt.
Scattered leaves upon the field, I thought they said her name was Spring. Biting chill courses over me, into me, through me. You left me alone in the field. Your kisses were iced along my lips. Frozen.
