Spinning.

It doesn't feel real sometimes.
Salt water kisses I recall, clouded in gray as memory's slowly shatter.
Big blue watery eye's piercing my soul, holding out for hope and speaking of promises that sadly have not been promised.

Its almost been a year she says, "a year of just us my friend, how we've almost gained it all but sadly lost it too, its been hard to say the least, but do you recall that winter's night so vividly? I didn't think so".

Hope I guess is what we both held out for dear friend.
I've rested for some time lately, the demons haunted me as I slowed down, made me question my worth and question our path, I guess sometimes in life we have to slow down, think about this life and realize that something's have to be done to grow, believe and achieve in ourselves but also not to question the path we wondered from for it could hold the key we need to recover.

Its funny how the first fact that you realize is the minor fact the comes to set you free.
I need to remind myself of this often.
The blue blood has been washed of my hands, the howls of tears now not heard, the emptiness pushed aside for fulfilment in this world.

Look out on the landscape, take a pill and shake it off.

Its okay to smile, for together you's made it without even realizing it.
Year one, two and three are now over.