Pace slows to a stop. Fruitful vines no longer cling to thoughts. Firm facade, hollow inside Day sheds light on this brokenness. Wait for the wind to cease its fervor. Why now do I exist to wonder? You see the worst I have to offer. Here in your eyes I fail and falter on. Within your sight, the palest colors. Still, your allure has left me silent. If you surrender, I will follow Into the bleakness of our constant.