As each cloud floats by, another piece of me falls away. The dead skin i shed, trails me like a tail. An old life extinguished, lilies bloom on the remains. I love who I am, i gently hold who i was, i admire who I’ll be. I am an endless fountain of crystalline water. Sourced from enchanted mountains. I flow with vitality and vigor, reborn in golden skin. In the dark i tend to the fading tremors and shivers of a bruised heart. I am soaring now higher than the altitude afforded to me. Piercing ...