~ twixx ~

it is in the cooling crest of the essence of autumn that to the edge of the forest i venture to roam

a poem about being an idea

a poem about escaping (mcyt/dream smp)

what is silence to you?

I bet you're not.

fingers entwined in hers, i walk a dirt path mapped out by years of footsteps before me.

when my eyes quiver open, they are clouded with a thousand years of slumber's remnant

in his enderwalk state, ranboo does something he'll never forget