Seasons

I fell in love with the autumn breeze and I fell for the summer sun. I fell for the snow in the winter and I skid across the glaciers of ice. I ask myself how long it took and a voice tells me that it took seconds and moments; it didn’t take long at all. The reality you see and the reality I live are two different situations with different actions and a million different consequences. I take steps and I fall to my knees and I beg the sky to let me breathe. I beg the breeze to let me think freely and let me believe in love at first sight, hold on. I’m out of breath.
 
I am in love with the rain and I hold infatuation for the stars. I am a believer that the night is just for things that we will regret. the moon and I tell each other things and we are bound to secrecy. when I believe things are settled we cut our hands and shake them; we are committed by blood, but our faith is not bound to each other. We take our promises and throw them out of the window. The sun whispers in my ear and pins me to a wall, he tells me to crawl, so I do. I crawl, and I crawl, and I crawl into the depths of the despair. where am I, I cannot see. Faith is not bound to me.