i don't like it.
Oddly enough, Melancholy is not who she used to be. Funny the way you think they'll never change. Her eyes are green now and her lips always parted, making her seem to be on the verge of speaking, or on the brink of a kiss.
Humbling how heart has grown. He never before left his mountain home, trekking for long miles to speak to the villagers. Harkening to his soverign and with never a care for what withered at his home.
Interesting how form has flown away. Always roosting in the same tree, drinking from the same fountain and eating from the same ant hill. now nowhere to be found.
Hard to believe how things always seem to be one way until you expect them to be such. then all things change, as all things have changed and all things shall change again.
Human personalities call to being all things. Assume charachteristics that span and connect. A subway station of cover(ed) pages.
It's hard to believe.
Something as substantial as a shadow can be a pillar.
of hope.
of strength.
A pillar of pure being.
Perhaps too pure.
Humbling how heart has grown. He never before left his mountain home, trekking for long miles to speak to the villagers. Harkening to his soverign and with never a care for what withered at his home.
Interesting how form has flown away. Always roosting in the same tree, drinking from the same fountain and eating from the same ant hill. now nowhere to be found.
Hard to believe how things always seem to be one way until you expect them to be such. then all things change, as all things have changed and all things shall change again.
Human personalities call to being all things. Assume charachteristics that span and connect. A subway station of cover(ed) pages.
It's hard to believe.
Something as substantial as a shadow can be a pillar.
of hope.
of strength.
A pillar of pure being.
Perhaps too pure.