I stood there once, that cliff over there, yes that one. The one covered in spines, trees erupting in a landslide of wildflowers. Yes, stood there once, gazing at the clouds pass. I'd be there when I wanted to be lost. Lost among the withered branches and skeletal trees, trapped within the darkness; yet calm, as rain doth descend. I'd watch the sun pass away, carrying it's amber glow. I'd watch the moon rise, burdened with eternal sorrow, ever destined to never see her love.




alas the time has passed away, leaving us with a choice, to stay here and never waste away... or to chase our dreams and never look back.. is life so fragile?.. the hare asks the withered rose. Is time such a gift? Inquires the raven of the sun. When all the majesties gather is retribution of hate... what is meaningful..? What is worth a thousand restless nights? Love I say.. and if not love then what... if not what then who? Who is worth a thousand times..? A question for the masses... a mass for the question.. about 50 oz. I'd say.. say about 50... farewell...