I am at the point now where I sit as I am confront myself again for time.
This has happened times before in different instances but not as I am now.
To say alive now is to fight harder each day on account of a mistake made the previous day and the day before that, all these mistakes started somewhere on road which has already been erased.
Some people would call me to find I am actually still accountable for myself , usually the very same people who had some role in these matters beforehand and denounce all involvement with a cry.
The Autumn is good time to set pace and forgot the offerings previously bought, sell them to death and be sure to get a good rate.
Birds fly backwards but never sing when the ice maiden tree appears .
The tree is already exposed and red from birds feathers stuck between its greedy leaves .
Fits of laughter herald a lazy eye upon the virigins breast torn from its womb and the babe has been christened already twice.
Some time passes and some time passes again , the age of reason is born.