i've slowly inched my way back to sanity. have i, really?
the labyrinth has been beaten. has it, really?
a new wall blocks me. where do i go now? as the gold liquid slowly but surely sips away all my sorrow, i think i see a small crack on it's foreboding face.
the flowers break into song. lovely melody tonight. i think i might just sit by this wall and let the serenade lull me to sleep.