brynrosedalrymple

My very first cry was somewhere deep inside of a forest no one had known. It was just like thunder, perhaps even anger, only with more purity. My destiny had begun. Asking the wind to tell me which way I should be heading is nothing more than irony. During the days of my youth, with all the options open, I'd still pick the unknown path. Deeply yearning for something, to the point of finding myself far too immersed, would leave me realizing that my peace of mind could be severed so easily. The sun, I pray, all to the sun. Just like a white flame, even in the short-lived summer, it draws closer, just like footsteps. If my loneliness is like

The first cry of misery Emerged from my trembling lips Within a deep forest of no name. It was a crashing thunder. Echos off in the distance. Not anger, but purity. Then my destiny began. The howling wind may come by To ask me where I am heading. I know it really doesn’t care. When I was just a child, I’d still choose the uncertain On such reminiscent days. While reaching out for something, Towards the brink of losing my breath and drowning, My inner self awakens Slowly disconnecting From my humble paradise. The sun, the sun, I pray to you. The cursed White Flame Approaches like footsteps in the Night, even in The short s