beautiful being of an understandingcruelty for cruelities sakemy heart knows not the waybut I see the glimmer in the ghosts around meare they because I imgined them into beingis the Earth really a matrix shifting according to moodor is...

wild mood swings, biting tearing wordsaltering the world around mewords are spells they speak things into beingfirst come the dreamsthen the thoughtsthen manifest by the act of believing/talking them into realitya witchery thing? no, this is true of us...