Oct. 28

The world can be vicious so I live cautiously, afraid to leave the confides of my home in fear of complexity. Though I dream of feeling the sun grace me with warmth as I walk out the backdoor, like some transformation is waiting for me to take place and separate me from the crippling self conditioning I subject myself too in the cool hours of this blank October day.

Sedona orange, and barkwood Brown shadowing every memory. Losing vivid vision to the passing of time, each grain of sand left stuck to the bottom of my hourglass. I was absent for the changing of seasons, left blind to colors shedding and shapes dissolving. Mindless actions still pitter pattering through piles of leaves on our way to work with tomorrow or yesterday on our minds.

No room for today

What good is vision without drive, chained down and weighed to the unattended carpet threads.

I am one with the silence holding me hostage.

-addisone