I changed my Mind.

So one day all of the things that seemed to be set, maybe not in stone, but certainly viable none the less, sort of, just melted. A sufficient fire had been stoked, made its way into the dark that had held the tension and misconstrued ideologies for what seemed like an eternity and vanished. In it's place grew realizations that had always been dormant but never allowed to surface. It made her fearless in a way that she had previously believed was only reserved for those of the dawn, but came to find, they were also for the wolves of winter. She saw that the painstaking waves of contentment deprived years had been in close succession to one another for so long, due to the necessities for these truths to rise. It isn't in one day that they appear, but over a series of time that is on a pace unknown to the receiver, but they ARE here. No more nickels echoing in sad cups, no more vein stopping to subdue her children's absence, no more bottoms of things without bottoms but wrangling with the idea that there might be in this one. It all came to a halt, when she saw that winter was in fact not forever and there were mountains of glass that one was trying to move through to get to her. She didn't know anyone was looking. Her person had discovered her again. And for a long time, rain had never sang to her in the way that it did then. A wind telling of encapsulated fatalistic events that had to happen in order to get here was on its back. She knew that maybe not only should she live, but deserved to after the smoke. The apex of the triangle had been appointed to his care, and it was like then never was and would never be as good as right now. She knew it was him, because air was meant to carry something, and she chose fire. She knew she would never know the cold again.