and then I have it . .
Mar. 27th, 2002 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lantairvleathis urge to want, to breathe, this willingness to take all within my palm and then skatter it across eternity. For everything is eternal. Everything. Even the faded banner is eternal in it's ancient glory. The Rusted blade is forever itself as the crimson-stained sword that killed good and tortured evil as well. It is all eternal, the thoughts, the deeds, the actions. Everything is. Nothing is not. Eternity is forever and everything never was or will be, it IS.
Everything IS. IS would be the only way to place things. I IS. The crumbled wall itself is forever a crumbled wall, but the great building that is mistakenly labled as now being the crumbled wall, will forever be the great building, for the great building never stopped existing.
Now I'm being shoved off, darn, I was having fun typing.
Everything IS. IS would be the only way to place things. I IS. The crumbled wall itself is forever a crumbled wall, but the great building that is mistakenly labled as now being the crumbled wall, will forever be the great building, for the great building never stopped existing.
Now I'm being shoved off, darn, I was having fun typing.
