Winter's Rain, In... Issolation

To find that on true twin-flame one would go through the rabbit's hole for... Going through hell's door of moment's of self-doubt, self-revelation's, and self-loathing to find the truth of, through love, that one spark of love to keep going through the illusions, maskes stapled on illusions we have to crack through the mirror's with in- from being self caged, socitally caged in; to find that key... Going through the hell's doors and plains of perception's states of, to filter though the cracked glasses of the eyes to find love's truth to be unlock in the intertwining embracement in, of, within the unity from self's duality with, of that one true soulmate.