3 december

Would you like to take a turn or shall I be the sole author of this narrative? Lines and thoughts drain out, guaranteed for delivery - shivery cold and none too kind, blinded by perceptions - the lessons I learn over again (giving too much to fill the balance, never ends in equality). Revelations unsung - strung along by a cracked mirror (done wrong) (seeing clearer in the bottom of the stream running free and away).