Trail Blazing ~

Stitch the negativity that flows, close the windows to the soul that look upon not what it knows. Restrain the extremities that lash out, block the thoughts that shouldn’t be and reroute from you to me. A snail will speak to every word that is listened to, not caught in the race of a tongue tangled in something not true. As the sun crests over the mountains from the east, the dew begins its retreat to the heavens above, leaving a mystery vapor in what nature calls love.