- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
a petal named control
we thought so fervently about love, about trust, we hoped for so much. and whilst for some, we didn't hope for enough. for others, we hoped for too much.
all these thoughts fall with such quiet simplicity.
a petal on the edge of winter we are.
there was no fighting the snow or crying summer back into our lives.
there were amicable realisations, to let the world give us a course and find the wisdom within us to follow it. adapt accordingly.
because trying to fit a square into a circle was a tired religion.
and at least here we find peace, breathe again,
blow control to the wind
it had been ours.