frosturtl
Alone sits the purest of reds, alone at the bottom of the branch, the lowest of the roots. Its stature has no match for, well nearly any other. Its taste controversial, an appearance unusual, and yet, I like those cherries. Those lonely red cherries at the bottom of the tree.
Alone sits a spire of great stature. It stands tall among the clouds, more solid than obsedian. Far above the rest, it lies alone, countless decades, endless suffering
you know that feeling when a word you see, maybe in a textbook or tiktok, and it just jumps out ever so slightly. Like its on the tip of your tongue but you cant seem to graspe it. Ever so on the brink of your memory? Yeah no thats not me right now. wtf is synchronicity.
Greater than the rest, my pride starts and ends with me.
My conquest will not be questioned,
There are no ifs, just when
when..?
whenever i wish.
Not much it was. A feeble attempt at being the dragon in the grass he wished he could be, rather than the snake that lies in dirt. Theres nothing to blame, just not meant for this sort of life it was. Once severed, never remembered
The harsh winter never ends it seems. Year by year I wake up to the disapointing sun that doesn't seem to want to wake up anymore than I do. A long haul to work later and maybe things aren't so bad. Maybe the cold of last year won't be the same this time, not with her in this season. Not with that tad bit of warmth I ever so missed.
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