Hiding under stories when the atmosphere is dreary may just have you going around in circles.
From the horses mouth although their surroundings still resemble that familiarity.
Picking up signals from a distance only to have pathes crossed although tempting to dig for more answers.
Something is definitely stewing but so no to throw their dummy out of the pram they will have to wear it with pride.
To follow your nose with biting the bullet leads a trail to upsets, to talk opens the heart up more and reveals their darker side. Someone is willing to put the boot in to make you face facts where to follow that scent can be smart and rewarding.
In the forest; the henchman is feeling the pinch when someone makes their mark for upheaval. The eggs to count in the basket has already hatched and gone but there may just be one last egg left. And not further is a shepherd with his rook, as we all know 'The Lord is thy shepherd'.
In the stones; taken time to look at your homelife to reflect on has that lid opened of whom has been sitting on for sometime now, where to give up on and cool it brings on the torment if not to continue with your doings and the smoke starts to appear, love who wishes to make an aim at this ordeal of yours only causes the fire to be with that smoke.
1 Corinthians Ch.15:V.29 "Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all? why are they then baptized for the dead?"