good riddance to winter. good riddance to past. good riddance to decay. good riddance to dust and scars. to this dusty lonely world of grey and mechanics. to rid the heart of the head that makes it bleed, again and again. my heart is heavy as an anchor. withering in isolation, it's growing old. my skin is young but my heart is old.
my heart is an anchor.
the wings of a white bird are shattered.