I am home wherever you are near

feet | feet

Progressive Tree! | I'll Style this tree as the one I have in my house!

Are we leaving the city? | I believe in you Do you believe in me? What do you want to do? Are we leaving the city?

trees<3 | I love trees

Soon you know I'll leave you | And I'll never look behind 'Cos I was born for the purpose That crucifies your mind So con, convince your mirror As you've always done before Giving substance to shadows Giving substance ever more

Are we leaving the city? | I believe in you Do you believe in me? What do you want to do? Are we leaving the city? On the black road Through the gold fields While the fields are plowed Towards what we are allowed The bridle bends in idle hands And slows your canter to a trot We mean to stop, in increments But can't commit, we post and sit, in impotence Beneath a pale sky Beside the red barn Below the white clouds Is all we are allowed Here, the light will seep And the scythe will reap And spirit will rend In counting toward the end

soon we'll meet

ll | ll