I'm smoking solid cancer.
Wind in an uproar. Enraged.
I vowed to never let anything push me.
I lied.
Eyes travel from branch to trunk.
Veins run up the bark and collide.
Solid forms of nature, far outlasting Her prime predator.
I'm convinced memories are incomprehensible.
How does it work?
I'm intrigued by an object of no relevance,
and suddenly you're smile confronts me.
Strange.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Unimportant reveries is what they seem.
One who thinks the world is black and white is colorblind.
Ignorant.
Standing here, on this plateau.
How many lives have walked across it?
Rust - like skids paint the ground where I stand.
Butts scattered and running into the grass.
Predator?
Of violent and malicious intent.