On the eve of the super moon. A day of reflections and recognition. Mainly for inflicting a painful and unsurprising arrivals during the 9th moon ☾. I, with a heavy heart, carry with me a message of choice, of a path laid upon me that goes against the state. A choice with an overwhelming presence that sits a float calm saline water of a shoreline that borders a warzone. With the winds absent-for they ought to keep a consistent appearance to dry the tears of the weeping mothers’ inlands – the grey sand adopts a demeanor so still and elusive that the eruptive mines buried under are a forgotten occurrence. Shadow tales of a past life ring true. Like the stories in the scrolls📜.
