Like a warm breeze interrupting the birth of a chilled moonrise, the force in you could be the force in me.
Fragile reflections of each other’s light, dubbing our counterpart's actions with accents of what seems to be missing in the alternate ‘same’. What if I could make your green side grow greener?? What if I could take your tattered straw and spin it into fine spools of heart-gold?? Thus, adding to our glistening territory, would you be surprised?
I am the HUNTRESS and you are the HUNTER. Side by side, we are abundance at its core. “Mere Survival” is a phrase weaned from the vocabulary of minds such as ours. Beasts rush to conceal themselves at the first sight of MY bow and YOUR arrow. Sacred winged spirits take refuge amongst our shadows, as it is the only safe haven for virtue in such a tainted, cruel jungle of a world. Such an awakening has all the energetic creations in a fury of folly and mania. The quickening is upon the hunted, and soon we shall feast!! Perhaps our self-prevailing wheels of fortune shall begin to turn. The forecast tells of blissfull splendor and opportunity with a chance of true contentment on even the cloudiest of days.
To be continued.....
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