Would you hold me back? Would you be able to hold me back? Would I let you defeat my wild resolves with reason? //please read in caption// I will walk away. These are words that fluttered by my eyelids today evening, as I watched the sun set behind the clouds, tinted pink and tainted with doubts. These are words that I had been holding back but the wind urged for them to join them. So, I utter these very words to you. I will walk away. The rivers will have dried and carved their destiny on the sand they wriggle through. The leaves will have turned brown and kissed the mud a thousand welcomes.
