03 May, 2009

Fall Semester 2008

I found this amongst the scribbles of my MetalWest note pad, represent Green!, and I figured I'd slowly watch myself progress in writing...or watch it reverse.

These clouds can put me in such a mood
That any movement would keep me still
My mind goes blank as it runs dry
While I'm staring off into this crowded sky
Waiting for a moment when the sun seers through my eyes
Moving to block it's rays
A quick shudder from my skin to my bones as the breeze passes
Forcing what's bare of my chest to be covered in my arms warm embrace
I'm growing restless as it's getting colder
The wind echoes through the trees as they swing and sway
Stripped of what covers it's branches
Only to return to it's roots

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