Behind a thick wall of dense smoke you stand, your head hanging to the side, your posture sloughed over with your crooked spine.
It took years for me to realize that I am fine, your looming excistance is no longer a reason for me to dance while forced by fine threads controlling my limbs.
I bled for so long, fighting my constraints but now I'm free, meeting you made me strong my heart beating with the rhythm of a war drum.
Our love broke me free.