Shinkai-esque lifestyle commentary "Through writing, we know how people saw their world thousand years ago; through our writings, people a thousand years from now will see us"
Random afternoon thought
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A kind of mood when the shades of trees quietly walked away the sun had just completed a meditative painting.
The breathing of the earth frozen with ice and snow the rivers fenced in by mountains the light got its body swallowed by night and my freedom fettered by fears and anxiety on the daily they say if you shift perspectives for a second the earth however barren is adorned with snow and ice the rivers however tortuous are accompanied by lumps of the mountains no matter how dim the light it has the backing of the night and as tethered as i am there's still little freedoms you know like here and maybe there but not one i can see it must have been just me.
Clouds so light wind satiny soft i remember the old house even though shrouded in the depths of time even though covered with dust it is still my moon and stars an integral part of my life this old house contains nostalgia and jubilation from my childhood perhaps little flowers by the corner of that wall many times have they visited my gentle dream at night.
Sometimes they're out and about on the edge of the woodland sometimes they're not in early winter they take the last few bites of the grass that's left with their heads down a flock of sheep the horns on their heads gently harms the skin of the earth the sheep are scrambling the marching order is a little chaotic the shepherd woman begins to yell the field of vision is not wide open i can still see the gray wolfhound staring majestically under the poplar tree that's lost its leaves suddenly it snarls and runs towards the rattled flock suddenly the swollen formation shrinks the status quo was quickly restored and the shepherdess, the dog and the sheep began another round of silence.
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