Can take a comfy seat with almost anything, yet it is the ride to be on that determines just how cosy that seat is.
Twisting thoughts in the mind is finely grinding them down to dust, unless to take control of those thoughts will grind the body down eventually.
Dreams are so light they can drift upon a weightless feather till they slowly fade in distance.
Being spellbound is as finding a source unfamiliar with that had been discovered from the surface such long ago by others.
Something's expected are not for making that bed to lay in it, as the developing stages give enough time to prepare for what lies ahead. It's how others paint a picture of that makes that bed for lying in.
In the forest; time is as a cloud, are either under it or upon it. As to wander across land without a care of time itself. Soon as to see what time of day puts pressure on the mind. Even making time for others is placing a position of cloud to make a way over to. It all depends on just how to see that cloud.
In the stones; when a matter for 'if the cap fits' is where words are spoken before thoughts or may as well seek in darkness guided by another, clouded visions can be as a serpents tongue hissing and trying to hear your own voice, love who is as an aim fired by Cupid's bow will hear only the voice of the heart.
Ezekiel Ch.36:V.35 " - And they shall say, This land that was desolate is become like the garden of Eden; and the waste and desolate and ruined cities are become fenced, and are inhabited."
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