When without direction stands you to the same spot as ways wimbled into a whirlwind of wandering woos, heading towards the right point happens only after you realize wrong paths are the ones you do not choose. ; )

Regarding his days, ever under skyed greys, in the pursuit of verified venditions, soul’s strolls, having bought into creating wholes, saw tide’s rising sails’ more purposed renditions. ; )

Hum’s flutters, agogic in air of preferred petals, steadied for sip whilst, as well, swirling hip. ; )

At first, the koi thought the idea of managing their pond via a hagiarchy seemed pretty fishy, but, then, they realized their sacred status amongst the heavens’ watchers deemed them most apt to balance brilliance with bureaucracy. ; )

Indeed, there was that man who had coloured canvases with his happy brush, scenes grand in their simple ease. Here, the inspiration cried between growls and, as well, belted warnings to exposed skin. Traveller, teetering between the two, benched booming beauty for some breaths in order to let light limn a trace on the back of each palpebra as senses bathed in screams and stings. In that ephemeral outlet, they realised magnificence lived not outside of them, but in the way their wonder welcomed. ; )