We forest fairies, we infinite branches; infinite roots, we fire-tested, and storm-lasted; always and growth; forever and a day - the life of a tree; unending, unending, unending.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
We, feathered-fairies, under the guise of sunlight, with twisted wing and mournful-song... we, friends of the air, we, nests among sunbeams, we, never-never gone, we, never-never fire, we never-never ash, we never-never yesterday - only air, only breaths, only flight, only tomorrow.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
the bird 500 leagues under the ocean's surface, wings-almost-gill-like, almost-angel-like, a parable for heaven, and the song unsung under my soul's surface - 500 leagues deep, lungs-almost-water-logged, almost-sea-sunk; so many many dreams upon the ocean floor.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate. — Sigmund Freud
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