There is a heart in a city, a northern city of a different place in the world, a place thought as cold yet their feelings warm things up.
This warrior trying to win over your heart, is not you they have to win over, but those around you before they even get inside of your mind.
Looking beyond their existence is raising old ghosts and of a past they once lived yet things are so much different now.
Barking mad trying to catch up on some reading while time passes, as tables begin to turn and not to concentrate where to out cards on the table.
Here's how to think of it, can either learn something someone else teaches or, put it in the bag, jump back on that saddle. Grab the reins and find something new to teach them instead. Basically, either be the donkey that follows the carrot, or ride that horse. As everyone waits for your decision. Everyone sits on their own rock, it takes something unique to raise their minds.
In the forest; are rebuilding upon already existing foundations, trying to make what has once been. Something that once stood tall and now faulted, as how long is a sheet of paper that soon needs to be cut in to size. No mountain are the same height and even then over time gradually chip away.
In the stones; even though it was the icing on the cake they then offer a slice as if that was necessary that no wonder to give daggers, they do say it never rains but it pours it might be best to make a switch, love is just another fool as a jester that pulls it's strings but every cloud has a silver lining.
St. John Ch.15:V.1-4 " - I AM the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.
- Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.
- Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you.
- Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me."
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