Thoughts are like an empty shell to a cocoon that once held inside what has now fluttered away.
The path walked upon is pried with the changeable mind of an emotional soul, pleasantly seeing yet easily grouchy.
To tie loose ends can be to carry on where to walk in their shoes, as to fasten those bonds as the laces on ones feet.
If each day counts then what feeling is it to have when emotions has for forgetting which day it is.
Too busy trying to create what makes them perfect to actually see them be as perfect. As all diamonds in a rough, it is how badly others conform to shine.
In the forest; as corridors to pass through to emerge from an open door, like a light at the end of the tunnel. This guiding light is not to lure out in the open. It is the open that needs lighting, that even the corridor was lit more to see than the outcome to find.
In the stones; they're obviously not over that hill just yet as to clearly be seen had gone straight through it as according to watchful eyes, digging for answers gives off the wrong signals making watchful eyes no longer pry, love as truthful as untold rumours that need not mentioning encourages such interest to be admired.
Acts Ch.26:V.11 " - And I punished them oft in every synagogue, and compelled them to blaspheme; and being exceedingly mad against them, I persecuted them even unto strange cities."
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