I have walked a distance without your blur and fog. Every day I get further from your grip. Still in mind, still an answer when stressed, still calling my name as I sit alone. Friends still gripped, answers still to be given, yet I will not break this. You were destroying me, or was I destroying myself? A tool of course, yet a weapon if let be. The high path shown only to be dragged into the depths. You made me aware, you showed me our mind, angels and demons, aliens and daemons, how irrational I have become yet how clear the picture is. A harsh lesson yet necessary. Mind is becoming mine, possessions are being exercised one by one, my demons know I come for them and they rattle this cage every day in protest. New weapons on both sides, when you open the door you let all in. Be wary of what lies within the forest, no hint of direction in isolation, coldness of air with sickness rampant, poisons for all with mud to snare, the trees watch and whisper you know? Brief entertainment for their forever unmoving moment. Be wary on the path you take, we might have been there before with old skin being shed and left to rot, do not step in the shit.
