Sunday

So light, easy to elevate. The curiosity that rises alleviates me, I’m suddenly lost
unknowingly. The anticipation shivers down my spine; it holds me deviously, while
it stops time. Thoughts are meaningless in these scenarios, overlapping essences mix
in the air, forming the scents of just my kind. The attraction grows deeper as the
time inclines; I’m shown the fall is steeper once you cross those lines. But my mind
wanders in a disguise, leading always to a lustful surmise.

And there’s something about you, stranger. It compels me, to not know you, yet to
understand. Creatures of our actions, you improvise. Levels of annotation, illustrated
by the way you move, the best actors always stay true. Unspoken words becoming
provoked actions, dancing in this never ending tune. The drive thrusts me further after
pulling me closer, I remain where I stand wandering away at the limitless scenarios
that encompass me today.

Autumn

Pressure points, stretched out. A mischievous mind acts out > hidden all around,
but the projections of our thoughts create it all. Different versions of you remind
me of the scent I once knew. Through the crowds we all escape but there are only
few who are fully awake. The matters of the tribe floating with the winds into the land,
the seasonal change opens us up to the traces that were left. Flourishing in the open
and always out for the chase, the never ending to where it leads is everywhere we see.

To run in the fields of nothing, to feel the touch of something, skin on skin everything.
Motionless in thought, the resistance could never be fought. Flowing in, the fields full
of vision, the silence grew. Collectively, everything synchronized and the leaves fall in
the spots they choose. Raw and vivid, I can never forget this time but it will always be
repeated. Autumn colors show, in a reaction to actions, a never ending pattern of growth.