A drops of  water stream down from the mountain side as it makes it way down from the clouds. Dripping from what seem like forever , a dream ago. These words were like  a  sharp pain of reality, between the fiction world and reality a  line that spread into a place  that everyone tries to ignore. Words that the lonesome can't understand of , words that stab them like a thorn of a rose.  Slowly the Earth shook itself as it comes to a change of season,a new start for it to form new connections. The water drops stop as the calm breeze came and wipes them away. As the ocean stops clashing against the mountains , slow