Sketch of the night (Patreon)

Good evening my dears. I hope you have been well! Another day comes for us, and alas I finally have a break to retire my thoughts and work on something more substantial once more! Let us make the most of it!

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There is this song and dance of mornings and nocturne. It's not for

everyone, but then again...well. There are those of you that grow

discouraged, that wander and wonder and wane. This is our stride. We

have many questions, fleeting feelings both good and bad to ourselves.

Some choose to feel little, and others are unaware they are hardly

feeling at all. So they reflect their views and lives onto others. For

some it is a mirror, and for others it is a harmful interaction. I want

you to know something this night. If your heart has been heavy, and if

your eyes have stared long and hard...I want you to rest for a little.

You know.. there is that reoccurring question that comes for those of us

that struggle, and there are many. " Why should I bother? " Oh why

indeed..some nights I will stare out the window into the darkness where

to me there is nothing..yet there is everything I call home. Where the

mind and heart find every little thing we know as a flaw, and every

triumph as a reminder..we're still human here. We feel a whole lot, and

for some it can be so much harder. For some...all they need is just one

more reason to believe in this world or give up on it.

Silver foxes roam in this place, and they kneel in the gardens. When

their flutes turn in silence, tears drip down their cheeks. Broken

rabbits dance between them and they whisper the things you know are just

right for you. That you're every reason, every responsibility, every

growing reflection that this world of ours can be more than tragedy and

repetition....it can be beautiful.