كلمات Chrysalis

give my ghost away to transformation. Transparent emanation stays as long as it serves, it freezes into one form... it shone equally for all. I change with the things that might end me forever or force me into bygone days to grow to a certain end. The question will linger where to point the finger. Attempts to erase the past will only make it last. It goes without saying that the seer alters the seen by seeing it and water down what it could have been. Unnatural ending, we are dying alone like a dream that from nothing has grown. I welcome change. I welcome transformation. I give my ghost away.