The Isthmus & mixed messages :)

The song of the crickets rings out when the path dips down, after the isthmus and before the southern end of the lake, and if you look up you’ll see a flock of birds overhead flying in V formation and if you look across you’ll see the baby lake birds fully grown now and with more

The Haunting OR Just Call Me Heathcliffe

It’s just like the story (the legend),Of Wuthering Heights except in reverse,Childhood loves torn apart by circumstance:You’re the one who died leaving me to face the hurt.Which is worse, I’m sure I already know?To be dead but still roaming the earth: Lost, cold and alone,Or to be me; I sense you continually,In every corner of more