Here I sit, waiting for something to stir inside.Something unavoidable.A word, image, or emotion that sets my being to work.Signals to amplify. Mind itching, soul contorting, body in stasis.Dependent on that flow to be complete.Hunting a purpose for the moment.A weapon to kill the emptiness inside. At long last the darkness is slashed away.Awaken the…
Category: Randlings
Dearest Seren, inspired by Wolforian
Wibbly wobbly timey-wimey…stuff.It goes “ding” when there’s stuff. People bring in their stuff to watch it tumble down trees.It slips through some holes ending up under knees. From there the stuff flings from one end to other.Ends up in your bank from the sweet Seren Mother.
Lettuce Wood, inspired by Menduksai
Lettuce would, if it could.Then the small forgot the leathers.
Hush
The quiet cracks the silence.
Where is the will?
The blessed light is known by many names, providing strength and purpose. The Will of Fire. Absolute Resolve. What is your burning passion?
Thoughts for toiling.
It takes true patience to harvest the forgotten dreams of the gods. Oh, the smell of gauged lobes. It is a whimsical nostalgia.