A few statements from the Autumn 2015.
the lights are dim, uncontrollable
laughter rolls out a conversation with,
afraid of the eyes in the daytime,
her lips are red,
but i read her lips perfectly.
they all wear smiles.
my shoes squeak on the dew of the grass,
as I peer through the glass,
shiny wrapped up time bombs,
presented in the form of compliments,
remembered in our pre-forgotten media,
it's just easier to pretend,
we’re all just the best of friends.
i see her babbling for attention,
let the monkey out of her cage,
she’s going crazy,
drinking in angst,
and on the night no one will remember,
will she finally let it all out,
but if she’s wakes up she might find
she couldn’t handle it at all,
in spite of being used to bars.
...nothing's ever been so clear
looking through this misty window.
falling leaves from the oak tree,
in the forest outside the city,
outside the rigid streets,
beyond the governed mind,
the piece that only the traveller will find,
roaming through this abrasive wind,
the crackling of attention whimpers far behind,
the peace that only the traveller will find.
chilly autumn at midnight,
drawing the end of october,
the crunch of leaves underneath your feet,
trees lit with fire.
the warm glow of the moon,
shows the white puzzle pieces of the sky,
ordinarily it will never come together,
but tonight, you see the patterns,
and although they’re not perfect,
they're just right.
Now has been appreciated.