Oh how life is a good as it can get, I am glad to be alive, Gots good sleep and the puppers are cuddly. From the night treating me like a great being of the darkness. To the awaiting sun to crest the horizon and the morning will be a dance of the light dancing on the the snow. With wind the icy water droplets are lifted and give crystline magic to the air its self. Be majesty in ones life is the simplest sciences, ice to the mind is simple yet is the blanket for all life in the winter.

To the wind that carries the speirce and bladed edges of he frozen humidity and the hopes of a million photons are turned to shattered light giving us a spectrum of all the things it could be. From a life giving hue of red, blood and the various organs coated in such a hue is the very essence of life its self, to the purples of all shades that contest light with the twilight haze and meloncolic dreams of what we wish to be. They are all recorded and delved into by the very essence of life.

A doctoren of the minds and body cannot show you the ways that people see you, a mastery of minds and hearts can never show you the desires of the ones who are silent. Being a thoughtful creature will howver let you have the gifts that can let you become one who has experienced such things. Nor shal the words of false understanding is a life of decay. To mold in the stangnate words of the things we never felt yet the words of understanding is a lie.

Though my personal insainity has taken me places that have left me in awe and in horror it is up to each alone to understand that you are not of solid mind. Create a world inside from the outlooks of the world we live in is the bonds of inoculations to the insainity we have inside. We are monsters, we all have things inside that make us a devil. Good things are atoned in the bonds of the chaos, they are only found in the structure of humanity. I fear that the infrastructures of the minds are starting to show the devisions of mankind and debatchery of molesting the life we are given. Taken aback to the the world we want to see is not possible. Much like the structures of mind, the world has become idiologies with science, a function without reason, a controled chaos has realised not to fight the control but infect it. Have we carried out world away from atlas and now give it to the wavering end of a standing needle. With these things happining one of two will happen, either the split of the world and minds, or the peircing of the worlds heart and the morality of mankind is that of a butcher bacterium. Lives to bring dearth to all.

Food for thought as we tend to find eachother in the night.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.