Autumn Rising:
Red cracked earth, rain smelling the tar-black highway... never ending.
Out in the middle green of pine, tears flow hot down my cheeks as memories dance to embrace my heart like smoke-filled emotions from a nutty fire, they choke me, fully seizing these present tense senses, taking a hostage to what was.

Once upon a time… young friends and I with ***** feet flying freely across warm breezed fields, chasing each other, Kleilat in hand, our hearts pounding with life, faces bursting into volcanoes of laughter, the world was bigger, or was it just my heart and mind, stress slipped of this ducks back then.

fast forward to the complicated now, single colours blend into tapestries while wholeness has been compartmentalized, sceptically I live with one eye open, the other distracted, would that kid have chosen to be my friend this day?

Yes, he would!
With a wild-haired, easy going flow, he will!
So before you go giving yourself the usual hard time, take him a chance again, there’s dirt outside on the runway, let's beat and burst free brother!
all the while death kills itself as Life patiently holds out His kind hand… waiting.