Oh You, You're Green.

And so it goes..
The leaves of autumn have all but cascaded to the ground where they will sit, dormant for the winter.
And such is life...
that the leaves we admired for their vibrance and life will be brutally frost-bitten by snow.
And more..
Among this dying and aloof, I will have found love, again.
And more so...
I will have enjoyed it more than ever.

I just can't get close enough to you.
I just can't hold you tight enough in my arms.
And I know why.

Far Distant Springs.

I'm not impressed, you are
too bright.
too dull.
too clean.
too speckled.


You're a false prophet who truly believes in every god-damned word that falls accidentally out of your mouth and drips from your lips like honey.

You're indulgent.

You will lead a gilded life believing every god-damned word you whisper in the ears of every god-damned person you meet. You will tell them over and over.

You're a liar.