surrounded by walls… encased in a forest blocking view from the road and I'm making the effort to pour myself into molds of random sentences: hoping I'll still look the same when all is said and done. I've never ceased to be amazed at how stampedes of ideas leave me trampled in silence, but I lay here all the same. within arms reach is our rose that once brushed my cheek, and since has blossomed into what we dreamt not of. The sun shone down into my window to hold me in my silence for a while longer, and even though you had just left, my dreams danced around you.