good evening, all spirited

well, goddamnit, didn’t you know that the trees hang with the snow as the branches yearn to know once again of the summer sun or the springtime when it comes; when the rain will render buds and they will bloom and will become the leaves which will only fall again. my goodness, can’t you see the cycle encompassing the trees? it includes the yous and mes. for we are part of centuries whose days repeat, repeat, repeat. so no wonder there are those who feel like there’s a closing to the story as it’s told from history’s enticing glare.

it is only fair to say, they may be right.
but that shit will drive you crazy.

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