The wind will blow…

…the clouds away.

Time to uproot….

….move to another pile of manure.

Leaving the closeness….

…..behind me.

Time has wearied me….

….like nothing else.

Still hungry….

….it is winter after all.

Personally delivered……

……is always the best.

Keep warm…

……while the wind blows through the branches.

Wrap yourself up….

…..in your worries.

The tide is rising….

…..and I can only swim for two days.

Remember….

…..if you can.