Exotic

So many new things have been happening lately. People are moving on with their lives, hearts are mending, breaking and mending again. Paths are being re-traced and futures are being shaped. Souls are being found, and feet do their jobs. Children will be missed, faces never seen. Feelings are uncovered, bare and raw. Open to the ashen atmosphere. But some things remain, and always will. The dead won't come back, and the living perish. Slippers stay fuzzy and warm. The bed will continue to be messy and un-made. Oath's aren't carried out, but traditions are. Music will thrive, and we will all dance. My environment has been shifting dramatically. My one last breath might as well reflect how it's all been.