With green turned orange in a windy season

Autumn, the precursor to Winter, the Eve to the End of the Year.

With what fervor the wind takes its course and makes away with many leaves.

Each turn of color turns another mans heart to calmness renewed.

With the old man’s coming, each man must prepare the shelter and food.

For with no provisions in his pocket, a man and his own are doomed.

Make haste for the taste is salty ice around the corner.

Build a tower of limbs upon limbs and more.

For the time is not far, it comes now, it comes soon.

And he with no provisions in his pocket along with his own are doomed.

As for last night…

Another journal entry along with another day. Patrick, a good friend of mine, and I are working on some new music again. So soon you will can see new lyric postings and what not. Until then…

A Decipher On The End Of It.

What makes things over when it is over is something particular to each situation. Take for example, if you please, the basic relationship between a young man and young lady. Of course the majority of these young relationships do not work out. For this, one may blame a lack of maturity or experience. Put it how you will. Now what brings on the end is, as aforementioned, unique to the persons at hand. Yet, these situations are able to be fit into platitudes so that they are easier to discuss. Such as “he cheated thus men are all pigs” is a well known platitude. Obviously vice versa based off gender is true as well. One of my favorites is “I didn’t know what I was getting into.” General and vague just like most people like to keep their spewings of relational stories. Normally such platitudes are met by further immature advice. Such as “dude you need a drink” and “forget that bitch, you don’t need her.” Barring the otherside of the story completely and getting distracted from the problem will not help someone normally in these situations.

Some possibly good advice to the listener of ones problems is to engage with inquisition. When your friend is at the end of something and in a transitional period let them describe what they are going through to you. This will allow you to understand and know your friend better while letting some probably well needed venting occur. Take heed for there is also a hitch. Though you must let your friend spell out their troubles it is also the responsibility of a good friend to provide a healthy distraction. Do not let the saddened fester in their own loathing and pity. To much wallowing will bring about depression and unhealthy habits in future relationships. The saddened will contiguously expect the same experience
relationship after relationship.

A well placed verse of song or bible, and a walk in the park for conversation are examples of healthy distractions. Or even dancing and sports. Waking up to a hangover is not a part of healthy distractions. One will forget the purpose of the distraction and have to repeat the venting process while possibly blaming further the other in the ended relationship for his or her drunken stupor.
All things considered remember above all that things end and when they do it is good to have some person to lean on. That and God of course. Do not be drug down, and keep your faith.

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I think I may have given you that already…
I think I may also be insane…
I think so therefore I spam…
I think there is no tomorrow…
I think a little too much…
I think there is another day to go…
Blah, Blah, Blah…
I think I’ll shut up now…