[SHORT META DROP]

[SHORT META DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/JDt1Ape6W3s

You rise from the air that I tread through while confronting this monster called life that has chewed so many up and spit them out in bits and pieces...
To be carried away by the ants and processed through the belly of worms.
I find myself carried away on the winds of your existence as if I were a piece of paper fluttering on a spring breeze...
Folding and opening... Wrapped around a pole... High enough to touch the clouds.
In the brown of your irises I see the first trees as they pushed through dirt and grew tall and strong... Passing seed and flower along to new generations which have populated places where others have come and gone...
Cities built on the skeletons of cities.
In the curly naps of your hair I find myself lost in the jungle of swirls and whirls... The alluding to of cosmicality... Our descent from the stars.
Our fall from heaven and the subsequent removal from the garden.
In the tones of your skin I see every man or woman that has ever lived and their cries reach my ears and I a warrior collapse.
Into your waiting arms.