A bland reign of a king has fallen.Eroding, the phase completes itself by disturbing its own nature.
Natural occurances are not believeable, for they are doubt and fear that strikes among the weak.
Words that our ears may hear may not be seen by the eye.
Written texts accumulate into a jungle of blabber which arise from the vines.
Trees grow impatient with their time of death and shorten themselves to a branch.
One extinguishes itself by existing.
Existance doesn't exist for nothing is covering up something.
Pondering thoughts rush into the mild stream of currents that flow into the river and unto the ocean.
Purity carries dirty wrinkles that collapse into the pure white ageless skin.
Cold winter days are to come?
