Involuntary reactions casting shadows on paths that were not even considered to be taken. Awakening an individual whose mentality only stored goals of personal satisfactions, like Aspen's rigid peaks that speaks with a cold whisper from every slope or strokes of retaliating branches that brush the arms of the those that forget to notice the poison that's embracing every leaf. Belief is no longer an option, knowing of a surety with faith as it's counselor; has created and reconstructed that which once was and has now become the opposite of what it used to be, used to be; I mean the only way to control is to submit, and by submitting only strengthens one's emotions opening a vault that defensive opinions have rusted shut. Solvents of charity dissolves the negative build up that locked away true feelings revealing the very purpose for your design. Aligned like the planets, grant it, individuality only reaches it's maturity whenever you're falling and you realize that there's no satisfaction in landing.