If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends...

This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are still under it.

And just like a midsummer nights breeze, she ran away, into the moonlight, a fox, proud and strong. The lone wolf walked away, saddened she was gone.

For I may fall and I may fail but I will stand again each time and you will find no satisfaction.