[willow_wisp]

assuming its all about fighting and so its all about fighting only because language causes that, not just language, but sound, and sight and feeling,
when dealing with something so difficult to understand the person retreats into a hermitage, only to find this interrupted by people who just don't seem understand,
perhaps its best to drift off,
but how, how to disentangle oneself
how to break free
gibti on idea, i heard once, from a wise person
and saw the star shoot across the night
thin a viel as this, is nothing, invisible
and bound to light
to fall and hang to heavy things, for the pull of gravity
eye but there are platforms, and there are wires beneath them all
i have not fallen
lest there is the endless day
and valhalla, sweet home is my resting place
for where is change, the autumns ranger
adventure, and the certain danger
of laughter, those who say you don't love enough
while they bang upon the doors,
i have become them, and now everyone is shattered like glass minds
growing back, looking to the pines

but they must do this, they bang until i do not know what to do
or else they begin their talk
quiet words forming many things, in a stream like bubbles of a fountain

i do not wish to be in the bubble,
but with force you usher me

faeries guide me beyond to truth, so my true heart comes and shows the proof
to be restrained
humor is the only way, is wanti bringing all
we tried, the dripping paint of berry and blood
the cold ripples before the giant's tyranny

in words never known, magical ever changing
unseen by anyone, alone