another november creeps in at the corners, and her omission of modesty has once again amazed me. the trees cry, golden tears that tesselate under my toes, cloaking the concrete in earthy hues that might fool you into thinking humanity had never touched this realm of benevolent bliss.
But it has, for this metropolis is full of foolery, of factories and fame,
all of which have obnoxiously trampled every square inch of the woodlands which once ran riot over the distant, deserted hills.
Mists of fine floods hang now, like a veil in the haze of a rainy wedding day.
There is thunder in the eyes of the untamed, the flesh and blood whose dwellings have been disturbed by savage, civilised society.

Laugh in the face of melancholy,
Stand beneath pouring rain.
Overcome past folly,
So as to remain.
Learn to embrace yourself;
Then you can help others.
In the shoes of someone else,
The thoughts you’d gather.
If time is as they say,
We may even change,
Yesterday.
Origami time... rearrange,
My paradigm.
Shift my thoughts and actions,
To something more sublime.
Equal and opposite reactions,
Newton-ion example.
We have finite time,
But it is ample.
Doesn’t give peace of mind,
Simply a mystery of existence.
There is no rewind,
Just an opportunity for persistence.
Try to grow,
Help others.
Inside you know,
We need each other.