Memories like mountainous fragments, jutting and jagged. Cracked surfaces with softly sharpened edges. Raked sharp and torn by ego with intraverssible passes rendered moot to their own name. Memories like mountainous fragments. Spine along the ribs of fractaling events, hurtling down the tibia carving with out relent. Let it go, and it will come; nonsensical ideals. For the scars left upon departure furrow red. Reds twist and pull currents of dried ravines beneath rasping breaths of dried mocking leaves fracturing beyond repent.