keeping in touch

Prevail, containing the anger; to forgive, not understanding. That chaos came and went, but one remains. Uttering domain; intrigued but relentless, convinced but selfish enough to restrain the fever. This heat from those times, the space left upon our hands, the mirror in our eyes, burns still, corrupts yet again, dismembers and undergoes the same mischief. Forward is a cleansing myth, refreshing a mind that is set on overcoming lengthy miseries. Only wrinkles can lie performing their trick upon any who may think that time heals.