Been sitting on a shelf for so long got too comfortable. Now taking things from a relaxed laying down approach.
It may just be a pinch, but they're holding onto that teardrop, it'll be a thin sheet of water by the time it's stretched out.
They don't understand the changes have gone through in life. Still seeing as that person they ever knew. May as well be a shadow of a face for all they care.
Time doesn't control their movements, while they casually stroll by, it is the steps to make that determines how time passes.
There is not one unknown suspicion that they've built the home upon. Even the door number is 13, creaky pipes, creaky floorboards, the frail old owner. Might just love it there.
And from what others are going through, that creepy old house still stands.
In the forest; are only thinking on such matters because that's where to leave the brain at. If to still be inside that skull probably would not even consider the notion.
In the polite way possible, sort that head out.
Leaving thoughts and visions all over the place.
Psalms Ch.68:V.28 " - Thy God hath commanded thy strength: strengthen, O God, that which thou hast wrought for us."
