A Wintered June has come to lay upon this Spirited Plane.
This fabric of reality in which we exist—where we ignite Fires and Find Warmth in The Deep Depths of The Night, for we are like the Forest itself, and found deep within our souls are the Mighty Jungles—this is the Circle of Life.
This fabric of reality in which we exist—where we ignite Fires and Find Warmth in The Deep Depths of The Night, for we are like the Forest itself, and found deep within our souls are the Mighty Jungles—this is the Circle of Life.
A Wintered June has come and laid itself upon my Inherent Summer, yet its presence has the power to freeze even my Endless Summer. My so called "Freezeless" Summer has come into true manifestation, and to this I woe and ache unto pity!
I am cold and covering up in the wakes of June... Endless fires encompass the exact other side of the world; leaves us to ponder what effects does that leave on our lives?
[And just like that, these words will pass you by, merely using your every reflex and movement to shape you into a vessel of captive being - a passive voice and outlet. Could this be the means by which one's deepest passion and purpose in Life are fully revealed?]
