Lace around my soul, embodiment, and I shall not move.
In mind, I am conjuring the past to exist, deem me worthy,
filtered is my genuine existence.

The clouds move over the sky, marking us turning,
another second dwells by, another minute at hand.
How long will it be before we stop lying to ourselves?
Disorder, we only wish to conceive happiness.

In depth, we are chaos within complete order --
for chaos is just such a detailed order
that it can only be explained within randomness,
uniqueness, the quality we have in common.

We all strive to feel the shell harden, crack,
and for us to dig out of the gulf we've been within

I lick these wounds to feel them burn
perhaps the burning of them makes it heal.
I can't help but imagine that this shell I have forming
is not just destroying my old, but is the birth of the new.
Phoenix, the fire is burning under your wings..
Fly any higher, the sun will make you ashes.
But from these ashes I'm born, restored.
I can imagine your eyes watching me scream
watching me ache.

Persona, deem me worthy of your touch,
but too not make the pain go away.
Push, and push, and push,
until the pain bursts in my lungs, I exhale,
and scream for the air to consume me.

The baby's first breath.

I never wanted to leave the existence,
my mother so close.. There was warmth,
I never felt as cold as I do now

Is it because you are not here?
with the smallest touch you started the world..
or is it because I've drawn the cover over my eyes?
dear Gods, do I see?,
or are these sweet images but a mirror reflection
of my soul's temptation?

It's more then just a moment,
it's engulfed my soul and drowned it in a sea of tears,
a hundred cries of something I have no meaning within.
Could you understand the simple looks with my eyes?

Your eyebrow arches, spread a grin across your face.
Mind me while I kiss the sky, I've never felt this shy before.
My face reddens a little, and I look away --
but I crave to look again.
The grin never dies, it is a stain on your face,
lighting up your eyes.

I dwell to live that moment,
I feel sinned for it's endless playing --
over and over in my head.

I smiled, a smirk more or less,
and laid my head back.
It smelled like the flowers that grow around me,
the lake.

Distant was the chatter of everyone else --
why couldn't these nights I was awake so long
always come to these precious moments?
Tick goes the clock, and I will not forget.
I vow it here, but it tastes still modestly on my lips.

-Llewellyn

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Phaestian, in the year 288 AF.