A questionable mind of doubt is a head full of hot air, wanting to go somewhere but unwilling to go distantly.
Like an old ghost chasing what is seen in front, not listening in the way communications are directed.
Of course, there are intervals of stages along the way, as who in the right mind walks a straight line towards.
If actions speak louder than words then prepare for their tool of writing to speak largely.
That silver spoon is an ill willed feeling if not to be looking in the right direction. It's all a matter of knowing when ripe for the picking that others determine by appetite.
In the forest; so many choices, so many directions, all individually taken. Focused in mind yet indications for other means. Guided by attraction only unwise in seeking the true answers. Perhaps, the path to take is a mystery and ways to decide are to return. To prevent wandering too far and deep into an empty mind. Void of thoughts to fulfill the seeking curiousity.
In the stones; not all come raining down are as light as rain but some as heavy as a bombshell to really force decisions, those who did not stick around will endure a hovering cloud and still to result all the same, love will be a lingering question that will fade with distance yet unanswered even to reach that same final place.
1 Samuel Ch.28:V.13 " - And the king said unto her, Be not afraid: for what sawest thou? And the woman said unto Saul, I saw gods ascending out of the earth."
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