Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Indian Summer

During hard times, I close my eyes and say, "this is my present moment" wishing I can fast forward to the future, rushing life's seconds instead of enjoying the minutes, wishing I was in a higher altitude for time moves faster the further one is away from gravity...anxious, restless mind pacing and fatigued, the fall back to dark days makes the day end and night succeed, but hours from the cusp of the suns rise, leaves us yawning and lethargic with red eyes, warm nights but no sun leaves the clock confused, close to winter but the reflection in the mirror shows youth, a few signs of winter show in the morning but by mid day, its as if summer never ended, a few different color leaves but the sunshine is relentless, the winter clothes are folded up, crickets chirp fast hoping in the windows, tempers begin to flare as we complain, "its hot and we're three weeks away from winter" while others envy the youth of rays we bathe and bask like life will forever last, we're jealous of others turn of the season but have no worries and all laughs, as the grips of winter begin to bring about those pains, we feel outcasted the late bloomer of winter days, this Indian summer makes us feel time is scathed, trapping us in youth in our winter days...

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