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Life is well, life. Yeah I know, way to state the obvious. Ever changing this twisting world of events.
...and there he was. Chryst, a man with sandy blonde hair, was making his way from his favorite little greasy spoon. The Grease Pit has always been a favorite spot, serving fresh foods made from Ma and Pa out back. Walking through the door, his foot starts to meld with the floor, sinking like a quick sand. Chryst keeps moving forward, and melds downward with the upcoming floor. He continues to travel forward and with each step he nears the next destination. A mix of color is around, earth tones, crystal colors, the state of being one with everything. Reaching forward he grasps the ground of his next destination, pulling himself forward, and up stepping to the new air.
Man odd things go through my head.
In other news, I am moving to Italy in the next week, I'll be there 27th November, and should hopefully be "home" Mid December-ish. I hope those who want to see me try to coordinate times for visits. I have 35 days of vacation. =D So please speak up.
Times of old come racing through
Memories of old controlling thoughts
The current past searing pain
Future events may be the cold
Striving, living, enduring
...and there he was. Chryst, a man with sandy blonde hair, was making his way from his favorite little greasy spoon. The Grease Pit has always been a favorite spot, serving fresh foods made from Ma and Pa out back. Walking through the door, his foot starts to meld with the floor, sinking like a quick sand. Chryst keeps moving forward, and melds downward with the upcoming floor. He continues to travel forward and with each step he nears the next destination. A mix of color is around, earth tones, crystal colors, the state of being one with everything. Reaching forward he grasps the ground of his next destination, pulling himself forward, and up stepping to the new air.
Man odd things go through my head.
In other news, I am moving to Italy in the next week, I'll be there 27th November, and should hopefully be "home" Mid December-ish. I hope those who want to see me try to coordinate times for visits. I have 35 days of vacation. =D So please speak up.
Times of old come racing through
Memories of old controlling thoughts
The current past searing pain
Future events may be the cold
Striving, living, enduring