Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Schimatics for Summer

Long sitting frostbite examins the full heat of sunlight. The eyes are prepares with squints towards a pianfully blue sky. Shapes are rolled around the mind in preparation for views of monsterous clouds. The grass makes its bed for the backs of those in peace, while the sheds itself of howling pain, and instead takes on its gental sighs. It all grew old by the time we came around. Bikes become oiled and ready for ride, while the riders take in the day and prepare for an adventure. It seems that at times like this people forget that suffering is over. Now we live again, with life breathed into our lungs by a cool breeze. Long live the sun against its enemy of the blanketing cruel gray. Beyond is what we look for now, in the days full of adventure. Nothing is wrong in your life you know...your just not observing what life is...now.

1 comment:

baker said...

Wield realistic optamism, and existance goes into allignment. Let the rest take care of its self, and behold life.

-his holyness, we're almost there buddy....