Filming my life as I clenched my jaw, wondering to myself could this be all? Feeble hands rock the chair, my crooked back in despair. The smell of rosebuds fresh in my mind, takes me back to a younger time.
All of a sudden the walls were released, I stood in the middle and searched for peace. My heart skipped, my face in awe, I finally knew the the point of it all. I reached my hands out ...