Top Blog: Suddenly, the border of Summer comes to fast.
My persistant mind has forgoten the Kingdom of Camelot, for the beuty of the Daisies song.
The song that filled my viens with a barbituatical peak, not wanting the climax of the melody to reach it's final verse.
The clouds fall upon my state as the tune of the flower ceases. My mind stands clear for a moment to see the bright greens of Summer fade into the new and strange sense of Automn.
Leaves fall upon the now lost Throne of Aurthor.
Drynes, gray, and cool winds spread like the sickness of my withdrawls of the Daisies sweet sound.
