obscure_but_shockingly_accurate fyn gula slow me down that i might move in a motion calm enough to see that the human condition is more than just suffering. there are images we see behind the grimace in anyone's doubt, these little earths under the cover of snow. what will spring bring for them? did they plant tulips and hyacinths and daffodils in the fertile soil of their impregnable soul? a womb that cried out for color and life, and hope? yes, they did, and now the waiting is their struggle. the birth pangs wear them out, drag them down. today the lies are in the sunrise, but the truth is in the dream. 030212 what's it to you? who go blather from