Sewn Mouth Forest

Even if all phenomena of the world are controlled by necessity, we can't know it because we are not in a position to know The only fact is judgment by us. Even if all phenomena of the world are made by accidental nature, we can't find the way. We can't make sure it. The way we take is the only judgment. We have to enlighten ourselves. The power to your mind and spirit to catch every single light by changing yourself day by day. Spiral of the blood, of necessity and accidental nature. Strength changes several pieces of point into a line. No matter how you lead life, your blood keeps flowing int the body. It's making the spiral like a gene. It contains joy and sorrow. As a result, if this blood takes me to the light. The selected pass are all correct answers.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

A season exists even in men's heart. Everybody has various feelings. There are aware of changing time. When I turn back, I find myself in black and white. We are living inside the memories. I feel your image in everything. Various scenes I can't forget. It is dropping from both hands, and flying away. It can never hold. Breath of life passes through my heart. In eternal time the past is falling away. We have comrades to prove our memories "footsteps of life" are not meaningless. Small brightness goes naturally. It returns to the original position soon with a season. The floods of time. Time waits no one. Everybody goes over the time. Everyone has various feelings and goes across this bridge.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

The beats like the wave ring spreads in the lakeside. Time and flow are black and cold. Every time when a full moon shines on the water it remained me of compromise and regret... I kill a breath and I can't move. The dropping waters flow without stopping. It's forever. It follows eternal unknown. Water of the heart was become dry unawares. I am withering. I digest my remaining life as it is. There is no return way. That's a sad ending. There are only tears. I Am in a swirl. Music the beats plays Sometimes it is quiet. It calms me down as a requiem. Sometimes it is intense. It drives me mad as the wheel of blaze. What the dry tears left will be yesterday when it withered. and tomorrow when it will repeat. It was able to leave nothing to others. It was able to leave nothing to others. I wither by degrees, being able to leave nothing.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

The meaning of a short sigh. Sewn-mouth forest is denying all and is in deep sorrow. The most important thing is concealed by blind root. We're one of the elements of nature. We're not the top of nature. Wisdom and blessing do fusion and fission over. Earth is body. Water is blood. Fire is temperature. Wind is breathing. Natural elements make the species. The short sigh keeps on and on. Trees deep griefs are teaching we can't connect to the whole ecosystem. We're only one of the elements. To understand the law of nature is to know the reason of life. I cry. Notice the wisdom and blessing! Earth is body. Water is blood. Fire is temperature. Wind is breathing. Natural elements make the species. Sewn-mouth forest hides herself quietly. She waits to become a utopia someday. Sewn-mouth forest plants a new species. She waits to become a utopia someday. All living things are under the control of the species. After the long time, death's silence will spread the earth. And something to warn evil will exist. Tragedy repeats itself like drawing an arc. Nihil spreads...nihil spreads... Sewn-mouth forest hides herself quietly. She waits to become a utopia someday. Sewn-mouth forest plants a new species.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025