“When we look and enjoy the colour of autumn leaves we are admiring death.”
“The way I see it, the vibrancy is a last defiant showing against the cold of winter, it represents a sacrifice from a sheer will to survive.”
I guess it all depends on how you look at it.
I feel a black burning hole sinking into my gut,
Its cursed heart growing beyond mine, beating silence into my mind.
Dreams haunted by the past ring with the laughter of time that races only with itself.
Swallowed by despair as soul is sucked into the air, is the feeling of a being
Who could have done but did not do.
Visa application + stupidity/inability to appropriately respond to unpredictable circumstances + horribly rude customer service = Stress and a whole lot of sorries.
How I even manage to write this lightheartedly I have no idea. This was a vent of my disgusting feelings at the moment. And I know NaPoWriMo was over a while ago…
Anyways, thanks for reading,
Quivering hands stick into warm pockets and fallen snowflakes drip from eyelashes, melting into tears that congeal from the frost, glazing over again the hint of spring that hadn’t been seen for a long, long time.
Georgia O’Keeffe. An Orchid. (1941)
Winters become longer than they seem in February.
How I miss the warm sunshine.