The physical, metaphysical, delusional and back…
This is what’s running in the back of my head ALL the time, car, iPod.
Here, they shall gather…
Among its bows and hither.
In the spring or summer sun, bright are the voices they carry…
Deep in the earth, its roots doth run.
How long has it been, how long shall it be.
Vast does its reach extend…season after season been.
His feet no longer travel, his mind now steps his bounds.
The forest now his flesh, his bones to the earth in dust.
Nothing, nothing but time to keep him restless.
Slowly, slowly aware of his suffering.
The Mourner’s Oak by Morgion
PS: use a headset for better musical experience
6 days to go