evoking tragedies of old exhaling with regret determining my state my dreamless state reaching out to find reaching out to find solace in the most barren of places this descend is long unbearably long bringing to mind that of myths a time where none was present this moment suspended in time the fondness of being isolated this moment suspended in time this exhale was not of regret the soil was golden demiurgic heavenly in the most literal meaning this exhale was not of regret but euphoric pure ecstasy i coursed through my veins with an eternal elegance this eternal elegance was only surpassed by the most beautiful thing in the world this moment suspended in time the fondness of being isolated this moment suspended in time this exhale was not of regret