Utter passion with true deep emotions that stir the imagination to make reality seem almost comparable.
They tried the nice, although supposedly mightier, way. Still, the shit hits the fan, and can only retaliate with what the sword would have done in the first place.
A sweet offering from fruits of thy labour, weighing far more than expected and what one will weigh for oneself.
There are certain desires of before reaching that destination, all part of being accepted to allow admittance.
An establishment that has been felled back to it's roots, after all to develop and leave nothing but a bare trunk. Having to nestle elsewhere, that what is kept under that hat is now too much. Not all others were part of this secret and are getting on with their life as it intended to be.
In the forest; a childhood dream is far back in the mind, it will take distant lands, and rough seas, to return to. As their life is not the only thing to grow. So too has the surroundings, changes to scenery, establishments. It will be barely recognisable, if at all, that it remains a distant dream.
In the stones; the mind may be easy to sway but standing that ground is not as simple as they realise the path is harder to walk, if at all paths that overlap to continue on has more chance knowing that diversity can have common ground, love is being tugged in different directions and a great interest will convince their ways.
Ezekiel Ch.13:V.3-4 " - Thus saith the Lord GOD; Woe unto the foolish prophets, that follow their own spirit, and have seen nothing!
- O Israel, thy prophets are like the foxes in the deserts."
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