A cold breeze brushed my cheek
Is it the shortening days, the sun sinking ever earlier and darkness spreading, that makes one fear days of anxiety and despair to come?
In November twilight, the wind grows so cold one must draw one’s collar close. Imijiu okashikere
Purya 🐰🧥
Life is full of unexpected encounters
Often arriving without warning
Then, like the wind, they bid farewell and pass us by
Whether this be fate, I cannot say
Yet I rather like the cold season
The blessed time when one may conceal a little excess flesh
Purya🐰🧥
I have purchased a Stollen
A box, delivered by the Green Siren
How wonderfully convenient this online shopping business is
We are, after all, free
Much like a message to you, sent with a mere touch of the finger
It seems I ordered Joyful Medley too
My fourth box, no less
Purya🐰
As days grow colder, the holiday season haunts the streets
Even my Green Siren drinks must now be warm
Shorter days may deepen one’s anxieties
Yet the seemingly happy may carry burdens of their own
Perhaps you, too, merely play the part of happiness?
Purya🐰🎄
Can destruction be creation’s source?
They wielded fire and light
Why, pray, must he suffer such a fate?
Can one destroy the past to birth anew?
Together, they hold infinite possibilities
Was that blue glow the Unicorn’s Psycho-Frame?
SKREEEONK!!
Purya🐰🦖