rambles š
it is difficult to understand the nature of people. i cannot ever tell intentions or hints, not in a way that isn't overzealous or utterly incorrect. and yet people too often cast judgements upon that failure, and the delays in deciding - i wish only that there could be an assumption of neutrality.
i love noklateo, i feel i understand it in such a deep-rooted form; a twisted mausoleum, only populated by lost spirits and otherworldly entities. is anything more quintessential to mine own self?
the [figures] in my life understand everything so kindly, and when all else isn't coming through, trina whispers through the trees.
i need to look onward, i think