A meeting with destiny… its fate, I approach with such softness.. not a zodiac late. Used to dash up the stairs with such curiosity, No time to stop and frown or learn cruel animosity. Never once had the thought of beginning my own leaving, but lately all I know is the weight of this heavy breathing. Awaiting these stairs to crumble down broken stone, no longer upheld gold built to trophy me alone.
Sky Blue Me Away 