He Brings A Drought
Outside our windows a drought happens where you walk. Empty is the air and we wither and dry like rose petals in an oven, eventually bursting into flames. It's something that you just have to count your loss, and carry on. You will learn to do without this seasons blueberries and with-go the black bird pie. I know you are feeling the emptiness in the result. No man can pass by so dry. and know that begging to the sky can't change it. We all have to endure this until you can love like a rainfall, and speak the language of a rushing river, who's words are amplified through ice cracked speakers, when all is silence in the middle of winter.