Evermore

Winter basking in the white light; surrounding 

snow covered lanes. Tree-lined with cobble stone streets. Where they are placed and defamed. Why must it be that everything

upon this plain gains an identity after abuse and pain and why must this be for the pull of gravity prevents ascension. The melancholia of the sublime wind perfumes the street.

That is what the prophet said to me. That is what gospel said to said to me. I was walking about random things. I'm not very proud or profound and I have found I'm not any thing.

Like nothing equals nothing and relevance is everything. Love is relevant! All you need is love. And relevance is everything.