Défier

velvet and cotton dreams, mused about in the faded morning.  a decision is made.

I have earned the right to my silent reservations.

in this I am resolute.

at the end, where I am and where you are will never be the same.

I tire of the subterfuge inherent in my temperament

but it keeps a distance that I require; to survive

things seem grayer when the sunlight fades

but nothing is ever as bright as it truly seems when saturated in brilliance