Ramblings at witches hour.


Encompass,
profane,
let the actions explain.
Introspection,
coercion,
What will be the next version.
Purity,
cascading,
dark caverns invading.
Only to become aware of the light,
only to become aware tonight.
Amorphous,
mundane,
flowers grow in the ditch not the lane.
Glowing,
congruence,
tendril of influence.
Fruition,
providing,
my shadow's deciding
where the future travels,
where my suture unravels.

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I am generally a content, happy person so sometimes I write in a darker shade just to put myself there and see what happens,