Down

Down the weary path of thorns and death that we trudge so gleefully.

innocently. Oh the bitter hatred of the working class that it has for

it's self and not the the higher oppressors that crush them for a

penny more.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Turning

The twisting, turning of the leaves in the wind belay a liveliness that has long since passed with the warmth and colors of the summer.

Oh how we wish for the days of light and life to return in spring.

Ever closer, yet still so far away.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Never Ever

Never ever will I try to kill myself.

Not for want, for want is a given with the stress of the days.

Yet the fear of being trapped in ones head and forever reliant on another?

Never.

Ever.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

13th

Happy Friday the 13^th!

Because, why not?

With kindest regards,

The Translator

2023

Happy New Years 2023!

Just a quick Blot to let you all know the world didn't end.

With kindest regards,

The Translator