kingdaling

Nothing before that seemed rational, to believe he did see this distant land. Funny it seems the leaves like to fall when it dies, he thought. To burrow these leaves would only create more life. He remembered to embrace his thought in incomplete form. An uneasy pace was seeded into a reasonable belief, he thought. He stumbled upon an answer maybe thought of by himself and just without rhyme or reason.

if you listen very closely my words will paint an intrepid perception of your thought patterns as you guide yourself into disaster reach out to those only who ever helped you view a better future the past is gone repetition within itself left ungathered as your mind braces itself for the who what the when and the how. without it im starting to realize was it ever worth fighting for?