The trigger changes
The reaction stays the same...

You may see me on my journey soaring to the peaks...
Following the smooth road but always making a...

Death
Mourning...

The girl fights to control herself
She falls apart but the same time is contained...

To hear a butterfly sing,
You need only be silent...

My hands are yellow
As are my feet...

Out from the city,
Down long and lonely roads...

My mind juggling day to day tasks,
I lost the outlet for my emotions...

You beautiful woman,
You precious soul...

After years or climbing I had reached my peak,
I could smile with my whole being...

I need a day I can sit and look,
Amongst the trees with just a book...

One hour to chat,
We had the most random conversations always...