golden leaves kiss the ground, as i sit innocently on the park bench. watching carefully. it must be autumn. the golden leaves.

colorful birds sing harmonies of another universe, i don’t feel human. i feel crushed by my own insanity. my flesh is no more, im actually a soul.

a young boy looks cheerful on a swing, he’s reciting love poems. he reminds me of me, actually he’s the younger me. my former self on a journey to self-discovery.

the golden leaves start to fly away. the birds fly away and the bench disappears. the golden memory of autumn starts to fade.

suddenly the cold breeze comforts my loneliness. it must be winter. the forest loses its beauty, and all is bare. the trees feel naked.

i dress myself in creativity and try to imagine beauty in such a dead place. im all alone in the park. winter looks dreadful and miserable, i can see it in its face.

the wind whispers. the wind can actually speak to me. it told me to stop worrying. it told me to only leave room for my passion for words.

i realised my dangerous faith in people. i started seeing children run around, cheerful with their peers. every single color starts to show, flowers are blooming. people are smiling, the streets are filled with laughter. happiness. it must be spring.

as i step on the sidewalk and admire creation, a smile illuminates the entire scene. it must be her. it was some kind of euphoric high. rose red cheeks that had me holding onto myself for dear life, i was infatuated.

she disappears. spring fades. a warm breeze comforts my loneliness. i see a river, crystal, so clear. i can see artists, poets, and writers infecting the river with creativity, they add life to it. it must be summer. happy thoughts ride my soul.

metaphors & similes touch me deep within. they caress my soul. my mind is my escape.

these are the seasons in my mind. this is my dreamworld.

now you know what happens inside my mind. well, actually that’s not everything.