A Writer's FollyForsaid forsooth, "Forsay it not so!"My tail of a whale of a tale of a woe"Has fallen to the failure of fallacy's foe!"But what it has wrought I right shall not know."
Spilt BloodThough outside our bones we may feel the cold, inside we are all warm with love, courage, strength, and togetherness shed by those we care about who all surround us in this season. Hearts are light and hands are heavy with gifts exchanged from one soul to another. Our tongues alight upon our teeth like dancers with kind words while the tongues of flames in the corner keep us comfortable with a soothing crackle and a light, shifting like emotion and time. No matter how dark our days before, or how clouded the sky may become, today we are filled with a new light and stars land in our eyes. No matter how long the fall, there are always dreams of all sorts coming true around these times as wings sprout. Ice and snow falls, but we shall not neglect the fact that each drop of frozen water is not only special but a symbol of us all. Water is a pure mixture of everything, contains every ounce of everything we've ever known, and goes wherever it likes.