What on Earth.

The usual stirrings of forests. Boy, they are weakened, but they haven’t lost their grit, eh. Regular winds and swirling clouds. Sunshine creeping over my edge. Today’s aurorae were bluish- sort of… you can never tell. Peoples are crawling all over the place as usual, giving me the regular itches. Sigh, that species is going… Continue reading What on Earth.


Those beads once strung so close, now lie strewn on the floor.The anklet that once tinkled now tinkles no more.As satin rolls her softness, the folds go to sleep.The jumping beads though muffled, hide their echoes deep. Beyond, the stars have come out, waiting for a glanceOf festive fervour blooming amidst wine and dance.While passions… Continue reading Aftermath