johnlinch3
The leaves in the trees swung swiftly from each individual branch. The squirrels swirled sweetly in their silly dance amidst the collage of copper colored leaves. Nuts to be gathered, things to be done, and yet, there is lighthearted fun to be had.
Take a deep breathe and prepare emotionally, sit yourself down and get ready to see. We dive in the deep murky waters of memory, for to delve in my mind is to exist in the essence of me. Currents of conflicting energy, patterns of thought form waves that crash upon the ever-shifting shores of self identity.
Fixed far above, the intact future hangs. Brightly reflecting the light cast upon it, shining forth with prospects of a fragile future. Outer voices in my inner sanctum, and the dream is unfixed. Falling, fallen, shattered. Left with the shards to pick up the pieces and begin something real.