The path is emotionally taxing, difficult, and depleting. In a poem with an odd rhythm and the emotion of someone who is grieving, like a puzzle that cannot be put together from its individual pieces. Leaning against the abstract-painted wall as she walks toward the crossing while sobbing slowly All of this causes the soul to gradually suffer much more. This is a narrative of regret, not of love. No honesty or romance. This time, by me, solo.

Shining in a unique way. Will sparkle by itself. In a tragic romance while confined in a cage. There is breaking up, crying, regret, and longing for relationships, passion, and feelings. similar to the wind. akin to the stars visible above the clouds. wanting to travel and shine far away. Away from what is a weight in recollection, in its own enjoyment. Will sparkle by itself.