Help the Gullible to Buy a Little Fable~

The burning emptiness of within...

Past cycles of light and dark allowed no time to fill oneself, but time has gifted itself to the lead. Despite the aches throughout, this self is strong, able to march onto cruel soils, unflinching from the streaks of light, shrugging off grisly wounds of flowing crimson; the strength is always present. As unpleasant as it is to admit it, the capabilities of this bod will be hindered by the prolonged lack of a hearty fill, past experience will guide this one to sustenance. This one has survived past extremes, the bod endures and will once more overcome. However fog slowly infringe the sight, the sharpness of the head is clouding. The reflections running in circles, attempting to keep focus.

The angry fire from within, a powerful motivator to prevent oneself to become a victim of eternal suffering. Ironically, the incandescence of rest would be the comfort followed by the fate that lays in ash; only if this one were to fail in objective. The surrounding greenery could only quell the flame within the underside for so long. The rider is gone, the unkind marches is suddenly absent, now there’s only one need: to fill the emptiness to sate the raging inferno.

I pursue.