Eject Button Let One Flee.

Confidence begins with 'so what if?'. I don't know how to say it. I can, but if it doesn't mean anything then it means nothing at all. Here I begin; that circling hawk still circles above me waiting for each moment to strike. Each moment is of every second I'm without the support of my emotional legs. So that was the wind, and here is the me swayed off and brought to a cliff. If the beauty can be pictured, it would be extraordinary. Colors of the wind, she calls it. Brought to a cliff where love is found in the form of a wolf. Howling, she howls throughout the picturesque scenery of the moon behind the cliff. What's even more of a better sight is her heart. Each howl heals her heart. She cannot contain her hurt, her happiness, her soul, her all. She has to scream and howl to release it back all to the world. She isn't strong to handle it alone. I am the cliff. I am allowing her to speak above my own authority. Which is the only reason why she has such a huge influence over me. I am the cliff. The running stream is my runny soul which seeps through my eyes. Have you ever witness a cliff shape-shifting into a bird? That's all this cliff wants to do. To run above himself from a created soul beneath the grounds of the earth. To sprint to the edge of himself, pass her howls, and to leap with no fear for the wind always favor birds. I'll then be lifted off far past the darkness above the clouds to a whole new meaning of beauty and freedom. I'll never have to see what I do not wish to see, the fixations of a cliff. I'll see new. I'll BE new. I'll be me. I'll feel once more. I'll flee.