The past of who I was never thought to care of what I would become. Callous forfeits any hope I had to pride myself on. Fading nostalgia dilates within broken memory. Hindsight will harbor in ceremony. Focus was better off to pass me by. Avid exposure strays to pacify. Cadence will carry each word under the breath of contempt with a signal approach to linger in the wrong direction. Balance the compass between liminality. My only fear masked in complacency. Illumination will catch each angle of uncertainty. To what end will my actions speak louder than words.