The world is changed. Look for me in the sunlight dancing on the lakes surface; feel me in the wind softly, subtly caressing your skin, taste me as the spice in the deepest of red wines. Know that I am beside you regardless of distance. We have all been betrayed. Cheated, lied to. I ache, I am lonely, I wish to be all I can. How do we express honesty? But to profess truth and hope, cleave to trust.
I, my beloved, I differ from your past. I offer truth. Does the past not feel this implication too?
A journey towards Christmas with Errant…
I offer musical suggestion for I am all out of words today. It was not pleasant yet I seek the beauty…
The ghost of Christmas past: Gotye
The ghost of Christmas present, with current local view: Lorde.
Christmas Past, Carol of the Bells.
Christmas Now… Maybe.
Heaven has a plan for you… tell me do you feel it or not?
Words by Errant Satiety, music noted, and image taken from here.