Decade

Decade.

Reflections and ripples of a river spanning a decade, with every encounter either leading to joyous celebrations or crippling disappointment. Reinvention, over the course of five years; a new breed was brought into the lime light. Starting alone, clashing into a union, only to end the path alone. There is a difference between being lonely and alone;  the first lesson to be learn by a baptism of fire. Striking the first maiden, and recreating the one leading a charge forward; there have been periods in which questions arise and went unanswered. Tribulations were necessary, scars were collected; and now hard fought battles must end in a ceasefire. Walking through fire and drowning in deep waters, swallowing pride and spitting out blood; all  achieve the result ; a strong mentality to survive at all cost. Facades crumbling down in the face of strong winds and sledgehammers taken to the glasshouse which held a now deceased part of the soul. Eyes the shade of a dark  chocolate, sweet to the taste, and yet leaving the aftertaste of iron, poisoning the heart. Burning down bridges built by four hands, now two figures stand on the edges of a valley. Walking amongst eggshells with sweet nothings and an understanding that is a treaty is now signed, sealed, dealt with. Stepping back, the first to blink and walk away is the victor. Old habits die hard, with new temptation laced with dazzling smiles; it's hard not to fall for them. The taste of salt has become familiar, emoting has become as regular as drawing breath. Allowing strangers through the crumbling structures of a an old temple, filling a withstanding void. Words are twisted into branches, meant to keep strangers at bay while wrapping them close by.  Old nightmares have return, like ghosts wanting their presence to be acknowledged; like old friends welcoming one back. New friends have come out of the wood work, which only invoke paranoid to spring up like dandelions in a meadow.  Calluses on the soles of the feet,  on the palms of  hands, a byproduct of  bearing a cross for the past year or so. Understanding the balance of self reliance and self sacrifice. A inner determination to self love, and acceptance of ever changing dynamics. Running no longer necessary, instead walking through the open fields finding inspiration given through the hardships and isolation posted by self exile. Guided by instincts, walking through a shifting landscape; beguiled, curious, fearless, and overwhelmed by new found sensations. A new door open embedded and branded with the promise of a new adventure, also knows as entering a labyrinth called time.