All Message From
All Messages From
ive been writing
ik
i have a tinsy interest in writing
If you couldnt tell
Damn i kinda cooked on that one
from the lips of loved
and you will be loved for the hardships you've worked through, after the depths of Earth's salty tears, the deepest depths of guilt and torment, there will be song sung for you
you will get to her fields, her grain and fruit, the bubbling waters, the arms of the loved
her pity through the clouds, the rocky cliffs, yet
For on occasion, you will be unsteady, unheld by the comforts of loving arms to be cradled in. Watched by the sunset as you fall, you are caught by the arms of the earth, the mother of all shedding
You will be there soon, watching what soon someelse shall be, over the same stone, tears of pondering to far stainng the innocent dew
has on a weary back, look at the sunset, reminded that they are there
As you sit by our rock, the ones that hold so many memories before us, remember the way the foam crashed over the sparkling stones, mixing with your salty tears. After a fraction of the burden the sun
And after
Ode to Life
maybe finish writing
I want to stay for now puppet
its my therapy
I love writing
ive been on here writing for maybe more than an hour
i did
Ive been on here writing
Honest
why do you ask?
im great
you were put here to be something, somewhere
you should
yes i was the one who was writing
and for your question earlier
or be something
you were atleast meant to do something yellow
You should be here
I think you should
why not yellow?
*me
nothing
There is nothing else that can fill be like that -talia
and the streams will always be entiwined in a dance with the sun, sparkling like the spirits that live for and with them
the suns will forever warm the earth for lively souls to run on
the shady trees will cradle my life with them until they fall, then new children of them will sip off their roots and new life shall grow