Augustus created shapes and forms, where they glistened.                                                                  The pain had started in disguise before it was too late to hibernate.
They had plans to abide; we listened.
It appeared I should migrate.

Septum was lurking too quickly from the death of sun rays.
It was a time of Orange and confusion.
I cared mainly for the tree during this dismay.
The sight was unbelievably ruin.
It was stunning how the tree showed a profound, bright phase of a silent cafe.
I was able to see that Orange was neither on my side nor against solution.
Orange showed no sign of acceptance to astray.
Orange was an illusion.
Septum prolonged time to betray.

Octo came together with the end of one great fight.
I was able to swim across an expansive, endless lake.
Before I was about to swim across the lake under the astral night,
I stepped on the lake, and there was a loud quake.
A clear bridge was building itself from nothingness.
I didn't have to use my own strength to wake.
I didn't know who was building with great imperium.
I walked across the opaque bridge to see many people who were fake.
Later, I felt that I was there but very light.
It was an ache.
Who was my sight?

Novem came with a relaxing distance.
Orange appeared minuscule during this moon.
The one great fight back in Octo had come back to my presence.
I knew it would have been over soon.
A big dinner wasn't the greatest experience.
It was not a joyful tune
Despite the showcase negativity, this moon had brought me a twice victorious subsidence.
my victory swayed Orange to maroon.
Would my invisibility persist?

Decem was the worst and the best.
Autumn had withdrew.
Orange had finally transformed into a viridescent zest.
Acceptance finally reached a breakthrough.
The wind had brought the glaucous leaves to me during a quest.
I grew from their prudent view.
Along with the beautiful green tree during that time, the Building was stressed.
The grim Building was inclusive to a ferocious angle view.
I thought I was going to be blessed,
With many eyes watching through.
After the final performance, the Building appeared the most colorful and dressed.
It emanated less dull and a joy to pass by the view.

Janus came by with a bright celebration.
This month I appreciably reminisce.
It didn't bring any abrasion.
Then came twenty two which was a quick dismiss.

Februalia came quickly which was a false perfection.
Many leaves missing from the tree.
Winds seem to be ignoring my direction.
The tree this time was fading into a desolate sea.
Life appeared checkered and a disconnection.
Ruling was my plea.
I suffered from rejection.

Mars had taught me one of the greatest lessons anyone can learn.
I had the loudest voice, but was silenced by a giant crowd.
I agreed to let it not burn.
Expression was not allowed.
My voyage to relieve was canceled.
The tree had  the brightest, Orange flames ever.
The opaque bridge was blocked from being trampled.
I wasn't able to cross the bridge anymore.
Across the bridge was what I was hoping to reach: true friendship.

My true friendship was in the other direction the whole time.
I was searching for a respected friend.
The entire year when I felt depressed,
He was always there.
I was always looking in the wrong direction.
I had one this complete time.
He was guiding me the whole year form the start indirectly.
My heart was at war.
The world was at peace.
He taught me what true friendship is.
I had reached a sanctuary.
My fears had melted away.
My problems were disintegrating.
His comfort ripped them to shreds.

Orange used to be my favorite color.
Orange is now a plentiful memory.
Opaque is a new path to travel.
Opaque is a new perspective.