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.
The passage of time
On the same road
The exit before me
As shadows unfold...
9 this is new month but I've seen it before
this is new month but I've seen it before
this is new month but I've seen it before
Repetition is the answer
that sustains the need for more-
