There is no wholler feeling than knowing what you are; and I mean this through no grand opening or ascenion. Simple self, simple understanding, simply you, far from simple. To sit and ponder any actions, any words you shared or spared and why, grasping any implication you may have left or felt between the lines, and knowing that from time to time, a smile is as genuine as the time itself. It takes a torrid heart to hold oneself, a fervent glow to show another; but knowing so, and trusting you, and trusting them to trust it too is life and limb. Here forever, gone the wind; for sanity, for all the ghosts we never spoke, and all the ramparts red. For all the you in all the saints whose self was never read.