The beginning
A winter's tale, an old yarn spun from moon lit nights and rainy days.
Failing.
Failing.
Failed.
Such a sad night, what a new day. To be free. To be known? Who knows.
Did I really know him? What was it…?
It was called anew, gullible.
Such evasiveness, such pain
It was once a bliss, it still is. But not for me
Not again.