Everything is spinning out of control, no sense of direction
He only whispers Relax
Fortune frowns on one soul today, the days stretch into weeks
The whisper is I am here
Resources running thin, no stability in sight. Things always changing, no daylight
Trust yet remains, however thin it may be
Lost, vunerable, wounded, and confused; these are the colors of the changing season
The whisper, You are Mine
What to do, where to turn?
do I run? Hide? Fight? or sink
Darkness were is your release?