Oh how the day has been, Well a day, I have so much to catch up on with you guys and the recordings. As I slept most of the day and have no desire to do much, I must attend to the ones who are bountiful in my life. From the simple desires to say hello, to the various desires of moments that make me wonder how such wonderful humans exist.

Listing the world as it turns, to the music that is played outside when the wind blows. The creaking trees give majestic music that is only found in the frigid cold, the hollow calls of the wimpering wind through the leafless trees. Undead in the form of reaching to the sky in a wooden prayer. To the bought in the arms of the warmth, we are not alone and being here by myself, I do seek the warmth of another, to have the skin bound to me in a sense of warmth, a sense that I matter. Broken asunder is my name and I weep for the chest is lonely without another’s hand upon it.

Fatigue of mind and soul is not something that is bound to the ones who are surrounded by thousands. To the ones like myself that I find my self alone and thinking at night how valued one would be if here with me. A token of the hand that I wish to hold in eternity, one I hope to die with in means of not life but in tragic moments that only the alone can suffer but only the pair can solve. How I wish to read my books not just online, but to the one who would be bound in blankets in my bed surrounded by the comfort of pillows and stuffies. To have the mind lost in words of spoken means, Though not lost to me. Though wondering how the world will become is not a task for the simple, though many seek its answers. As I have become more in the reasons of body and mind, soul weeps for another.

I am not here to risk my being, but just to ask why, why and how come we are not found in better times. A odd question, but a question in honesty, a question in missed devotion. So I will hope to seek a chance to have a moment in life that changes the state of my being, to have one of another become one who finds me as a desirable as my heart finds the very sense of them a blissful narration of angelic divinity, of the bliss that is found in two hearts beating as one.

This is something that I think we all feel, Something I think we all fear most of all but speak not of it as it is a banquet of fears. To feast is to face them with the verbosity your heart desires another.

Until later as I have much to do.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.