I see diamonds covering the blossomed flowers...

I see trees sprouting above the highest mountains...

I see clouds that create shadows for the dark...

I see...

So many...

So many waning and waxing the moon...

Beyond the rivers that run into a cycle...

Push and pull...

...

These flowers are hard to take the eyes off of...

They're so precious to me...

How delightful the lavender scent carries to my senses...

But I cough and wheeze every time I think about them...

Why though?

Why must the water fall down silently...

And in dark rooms?

In disarray?

In harm from the genesis of infatuation?

That time where the sun wasn't the only thing shining above the evergreen in Ireland...

That time where voices could be the soothing ginseng that calms the soul...

That time where I held onto the top of the rose and never sighted its thorns...

...

My hands have been scratched before...

But bloody would now be an understatement...

My heart has been broken before...

But lost would be only a whisper to my ears...

All because I chose to hold onto rocks that were too heavy...

Its time to put them down...

...

I can't punish myself any further...

The thought of self-slavery on the mind...

It buries me alive...

Without a touch of peace...

....

If I'm to ever be the angel I dream of becoming...

Then these diamond flowers must wither away...

These roses must be uprooted...

Because after all in one field...

Serenity exist beyond the moon's hollow cries...

Searching for the waters in the lagoon...

Preaching to the ears that understand the violent noise...

Let go of the surfaces...

And start digging for something other than a casket...