Noctisardor Bypass salamander with wings of swallowtail

backdating to three days after this 

the stars were winking brilliantly whilst their gouache mother smiled. everything sat in stillness as honey-thick catharsis spread thru him and up to his cheeks. there was nothing like the piano of the shafting leaves an the hum of the earth. as an enthusiast appreciates blues and jazz, the boy reveled in the company of lesser life ( as he balked in the face of socialization ) and time betwixt constant survival. half-lidded eyes gazed upon a symphony that strums on forever.