Think... but not too much (kid... mai kid mak)

Keekai thinks:

Sometimes you have to runaway and hide,

in order for you to find

yourself.

The Land of the Winter Moon

Under the winter moon's pale light,
across the cold and starry night,
from snowy mountains soaring high
to ocean shores echoes cry.

From barren sands to verdant fields,
from city streets to lonely wealds,
criest the totrtured human heart
seeking solace, wisdom, a chart
by which to understand its plight
under the winter moon's pale light.

Dawn is unable to fade the night.

Must we live forever in the blight
under the winter moon's cold light,
last night, tonight, tomorrow night
under the winter moon's bleak light?

- The Book of Counted Sorrows


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Hey,

Lately, my thoughts have been so much of you.

Of all people... YOU?!?

Why does it have to be you?

Could it be someonel else instead?

It shouldn't be someone that i have known most of my life.

Not you, no, please, never!

You, who have known the most basic of my existence, my pains, my sorrows,

though you have never heard my throes.

You, whom i know, could understand how dark and broken i can be

the way i sense your bitterness and aching.

And so, thus, our cries from the depths of our souls.

Perhaps, at some point, we are of the same kind

but then, perhaps opposing and better.

Why can't it be someone else instead?

Why, of all people, my thoughts are always of you?

Well, nuff said.