I do not have the power…. to acknowledge you fading away… failing with a dedicated precision all of my concerning milestones of forgiveness.

I realize time has chained together sporadic moments of serenity with selective silence and strict outlines of independence.

The main issue is I cannot stop counting downwards, already projecting a frozen, negative scale of bad communication towards a totally open and silent space… which I am now using as a progressive garden of self-preservation.

Still, my mad sinking world is awaken by the sanity of your caution regarding love and freedom.