hello hello again i've been upended a few times but i'm on the mend and doing sublime i've been told that the cold can bend around the dead dead ends and that an old lack of control can have lasting effects but it seeps in through the cracks old bad news is a reopened trunk wound and a callus is a coat for attacks it's the ramshackle vs a monsoon but we'll win with this flurry of tracks we'll be warm and well fed soon (soon) it will dimish, the chill has its limits the tingle's a murmur, hope feeling's left if you're kinda numb then look no further than the skin that's dead it's kinda fucked up how quick it sets in frostbit, frostbit, you fucking crossed me so hard and so cold for so long i'm numb and exposed for warmth i'm gung ho i'm raring and ready to go i just need myself a space that's enclosed but i got that shit in droves i'm feasting off the antidote with loved ones, break dirt and bread no straight blue when i scan infrared i was a sad sapling grappling at doubts but now there's no wind that can blow me down i'm as warm as my roots are deep in the ground what i'm about is what i've found another ring for a lap round the sun the cold's sting is a signal of a war to be won i used to fear the tree freeze but now i'm tree three i've got the means to be unfathomably big i'ma give my feelings a lot of mystique cause when i was tree(2), those were hid shoulda been taught more when i was planted as a kid coasting off survivalist technique skid i'm out here rebuilding the whole foundation unlearning bad patterns with quick termination didn't have enough seeds or resources before tree(1) and (2) die on the 2nd and 4th try so would i i'd freeze, wither, and bleed with alarming regularity but w/ this 3rd seed i can see the disparity i'm the first string and finally treated as such despite the elements and everything i can grow and i must these arborglyphs read like hieroglyphics who was i with? why does that sting? whenever i am reminiscing i find some fault's mine but not everything, no i've got three seeds and that's all i need all i need all i need all i need to grow!!! to grow iterate undo blows it's not too late for roots to take hold my grove's growth is like a weed it explodes: the forest in me hadn't had the means till now and hate that i was pretending now that i am lowercase loud tree freeze isn't threatening to grow big, make my world small love a few seeds rather than nothing at all vulnerable but proud and standing tall i'm at nature's whims but will not fall needs are met, anger subsides i trim and cut loose past abuse and plan the growth of my life i fear pruning, i'm scared to die because i can't freeze and i feel alive to grow iterate undo blows it's not too late for roots to take hold