The wanderer walks, a restless breeze,
Through promises, through broken seas—
Crimson rain, it softly falls,
A girl transformed by midnight's calls.

The apocalypse, a nearing tune,
Chaos blooms beneath the moon.
Kneeling low, on trembling ground,
The secrets burst without a sound.

Raven hair, with thorns adorned,
Amber eyes by demons mourned.
They broke us down, they built a spire,
A city wrought from heart's desire.

We fled to woods, to wolves and scars,
To twinkle lights in mason jars.
On berry beds, we whispered prayers,
For oceans vast and circling snares.

The circle breaks; the past unfolds,
Her face a mask of ageless molds.
Porcelain breath, a sigh of smoke,
Memories echo, unprovoked.

Confined, we dream of open skies,
But silence calls for sacrifice.
The night, it begs, it softly pleads,
For healing born of choices' seeds.

I really like Cobra Kai. I watch it with my cat, Hector.

Hector goes nuts when the fighting starts; spinning in circles, leaping from sofa to chair to table to my lap.

I stroke him and tell him gently to calm down. He then tilts his head down whilst looking up with his green eyes.

Scares the pants off me, but hey, the last episodes are in February, then it will be back to What We Do In The Shadows, which I absolutely love. I watch the episodes over and over again. So ****** funny.

Anyway, he's purring at me to feed him now , so I'll end this here.

Do trees long for the leaves they have spilled?
Do lovers long for the wounds they have healed?
Do warm rivers long for the winters deep chill?
Do dark nights long for the days concealed?

I to have learned to long,
to yearn,
to thirst,
For the warmth of the wind, the cool of the moon,
The pleasant sigh of a newfound love,
For words just newly learned,
I will long.

I will long,
For all things touched by you.

I was talking to the Man in the Moon last night. I asked him,

Hey dude, what's your deal with cheese?

He replied,

I hate the stuff. I'm more of a kebab man.

Puzzled, I pressed him,

But you're made of cheese, right?

That was a lie started by the government to make use of surplus supplies of milk.

he responded.

I was intrigued,

So, where do you buy your kebabs?

The Man in the Moon laughed,

You do realise you are talking to yourself and I do not exist?

He was right,
I'm not touching **** ever again.

She's big and round
with baps that bounce
I get ridden by her every night
she's not as **** as Randy Sue
and nowhere near as tight