t r u t h

          “The time of year when joy takes to hearts is on its way, it seems.”

          “Hm? What is it?”

LIKE FOR A SMALL THING. 

               The listless fluidity that is flight, taking           that of steeled flesh and bone to the air           and onward, presses into ebon crown.           And lo, a lightened tincture of beryl withholds           content in this air of momentary reprieve.

So! I did a mass unfollowing spree. Like, massive. Most of the blogs I was following here were like, extremely inactive by a max of a year. But yeah! With that being said, hit me up with an IM if you’re interested in plotting something! Or if you just wanna get to know me? Ha. 

          “I see that you’ve been keeping yourself busy, per usual.”

               Gracious is she, exuding prowess the likes           in which the gods do envy. For it is when           ebon filaments, a crown sleek and bountiful,           sway with the altered winds would the firmness           of articulation rear its head.                  “You’ve braved quite the distance, old friend.”

Alrighty---time for an early morning post!  I’ve an interview this morning with the captain of the police department for a peace officer position, so I’ll be online later of course. If you’re interested in interaction, LIKE THIS FOR A THING. Size could vary, but if you’d rather plot then hit me up in a message.