caeh-truly

In the back corners of subconsciousness; when my mind is rushing like a waterfall of thoughts, streaming angrily over rocks and deceased trees; I know my problems clearly. I know what causes them, what fuels them, what ignites them, most of all what will cool the embers and snuff out the flame. Like a soft breeze of realization or a giant gust-like epiphany, it does not suddenly appear, but has it's origins somewhere. Like a tree does not simply become, but starts from a seed, which has really always been there through cycles of season. In my heart; deep down in the darkest crevices of my soul these feelings lay dormant and breed and overpopu