The day brings an artistic flair about the way, like the whole time to spare is an oil painting, that they even sign their name in sky, if they could.
Divided by minority yet something keeps an interest, some form of focal thoughts to hold dearly. Shared cultural reasons and habits to survive.
Flames burning are intended for somewhere to reach, a point of decision when matters are hot to touch. Why gentle moments need only gradual increase so not to burn out beforehand.
Thinking it over is not the same as actually seeing it through. Although mind over matter yet more convincing than to open the eyes and truly see.
Clearly the one who has a lot to say is whom finds the matter an ordeal. Than for the one at the receiving end who has to hear all about it. Maybe this is where others decide upon who shall wear the trousers. Just to make sure they are fitting for the person.
In the forest; it's a waiting game, a risk taker in the chance to have in life. Everyone casually going about their own way while gently and patiently watching. For that sudden out of character moment, that distracted off course occurrence. The opportunity to focus towards that individual. They can so now judge and send to the gallows they been awaiting for alongside.
In the stones; the world is as a metamorphosis butterfly about to be caught in a net because of someone's expectations, there being a way out through the bottom that leads a path to that anticipating someone, love has a choice in direction although wanting them to either reach the same destination.
Isaiah Ch.49:V.21 " - Then shalt thou say in thine heart, Who hath begotten me these, seeing I have lost my children, and am desolate, a captive, and removing to and fro? and who hath brought up these? Behold, I was left alone; these, where had they been?"
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