Windows. Doors. Secrets. More. Trust. Love. Hope. Divine. Leaning into the wind, pressing forward for the prize...it's unseen, unheard, unknown...but it's there. Lost in confusions, lacking options, reading energies, losing time. Hiding in plains sight for all to see; blinded by sorrows layered, intricate, deriding. Cloistered within twisted reason, paving the way for the unknown realities beset by adversity. Ready for the moments of truth...open, willing, needing them. Bring them, don't take them...share them, conjoined and refined once again into a higher form that grazes the atmosphere in dizzying heights...please, reach for the stars, pin pricks of light so far away, beckoning the secrets you keep inside your soul....Windows of opportunity open while lagging horrific past doors remain closed, cold, alone....locked, confined...relinquished. Laughter, maniacal, brazen, grossly distorted by rotating colors blinding visions unrealized...heartache, familiar and hard...born without birth...birthed without laborpains...lost before the first breath...death of dreams...buried six feet underground..dark, despair...hollow now...tears fall unbidden, unhindered....shed into buckets of safe keeping...regifting life to the parched remnants of hope...lingering in restitution and forgiveness....equality and diversity inhale the fumes of redemption illrequited...smiling to the profundity of words that wind their way through this intricate pathway of thoughts...with the ebb and flow of the rhythm of life...inhale, exhale all day and all night...lost in the cycle found in the bottom of the secret moments that we hide from the truest parts of ourselves and what we thought we knew...because we didn't know anything, did we? We are just beginning...for everyday represents a new beginning; a clean slate....ready for the impressions that we create with emotions and paint...glazed in golden hues of sunlight, imagination requited where love is not...unrequited in passions withheld...just beyond the fingertips of desires hidden beneath the outer layers of skin...covering, recovering...unbecoming before becoming the thing that you so want to be...can you attain to the dreams you don't remember dreaming, when they become a mere impression lingering somewhere in subconcious awareness...holding the precepts of visions withheld....laughter and sorrow mix with what could be blood...life...flowing freely though veins undisturbed by methods to control the uncontrollable...reason...belonging...needing...breathing...loving....holding...becoming...because....