clinging like a bird on wire, i reach for my phone. constantly teasing me with its intention, i realize there is nobody to call.

i wish they didn't exist

i have a new goal:

WRITE AGAIN

maybe i should find a religion too

it's gotten rough, time to get bumped around

i feel as if i have tamed a cougar

hello sky

it's time

today i can taste fall-windows low, striking yellow wildflowers

while the leaves turn greener from appreciation before mutating beautifully until a death, only to return again next year

windows have cracked this august forcing my into a phase of re-awakening

i can feel it coming

something gained after something lost-a summer of alteration in my mind

a soul begging to be reborn!

it's time

it's time for you to feel me again

I'm coming back as i was

and you say

I'm a weak, disappointing, negative, sinical asshole