Think.

[font=1]The vines of our youth will wind around our minds.
Fast.
Warm.
Shine.
Freedom.
Careful.
Careless.
Alive.
Perfect.
The ink seeps slowly through the paper.
Lackluster.
Maudlin.
Age.
Fading.
Cold.
Dawdling.
Aroma.
The bones beneath the shawl will slowly breakaway.
Withered.
Down.
Nothing.
Left.
Take.
Me.
Away.

. . .Gone.