Daydreaming.

I am under the sun’s dust-specked rays

With the low mumbles of a nearby river flowing into my ears

My brain bathes in it’s cool water

The pitter-patter of energetic drips hopping in and out of their prism

Becomes the only sound that occupies my head

Leaves,

Brown

Gold

Holey

Deep

Crunch crunch crunching

Dirt like magnetic attraction clasp to

My boots

My pants

My hair

The sky

Empty

Unoccupied by nothing but the birds that fly in it

Deep breaths of wind proud and tenacious caress my eager face

And it gets dark and the sky swirls and contorts

Screaming out it’s agony and frustration

Over another dying day

It assaults my eyes with it’s canvas

Melted oranges, cascading reds, opaque violets

Illuminating all it looks over

With the glow of it’s ferocity

The scent of pine needles and bark seep into my weary lungs

And I am invigorated with a burst of life

I’ll laugh and let the cold air cap my teeth

And grab my naked eyes

And shake me and shake me and shake me until

I can’t take it

And I cry from it’s frozen clutch

And I laugh and my face is as red as the burnt burgundy leaves that cushion the bottom of my boots

And all

I can hear

Are the echos

Of my solitude

And the toads

Croaking

And

My skin

Warms

And my

Heartbeats

And

My brain

Is silenced

And my eyes close

When I open them I see nothing but my ceiling

And I look forward and my TV is staring at me

With the look of nefariousness it always has

Frantic, desperate, delirious

I grab at my skin

And I

Cold

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