The smell begins, as rain meets the romancing strips from the heavens after the quickest route downtown to lose its fight with cement. Just like that. Its memory remaining in the mind of history like a confused stoic entering the ring to scrap with eternity, to begin under moments to be found nowhere and often without a care. So, we shall go there, go where the steps are trampled and life is ample all to be etched into life’s stone park, no more searching for messages, or mystery from history. We might find this, indeed, we might; off with heed towards this venture requires a sudden measure from a storied tune. I let the music play while trying to tone the right tomb before ending up missing the muse. For only just a moment, I let the petrichor of the rain and its most recent defeat take me in, as to imagine a journey towards an understanding from within. I didn’t feel any choice muster a gather, it was simply on a mission to speak, rather to teach—so, I entered this realm with glee.
'Greetings! — you must feel rather chum to hum the tune of new history, its symphony a masterful epiphany with its designer to solemnly place an ending on one's plate. It just might be widely believed that once tucked safely in the past denial, it's to be here awhile, there indeed, so as one can suppose all there is one just won’t ever be.'
This breathing of unknowing mist is worth all the while of the isle, for you’re on the right side to dial up memories glossing along life’s treasury for a little while longer than the last past, till ones routinely interrupted while trying to gather up a bit more of times favor.
While advancing upon that which hold hopes of a gutting denial, we mustn’t wish for any rain to stop before we smile upon this fated plot.