allan

The leaves are falling now, like small flickers of flame. They seem to lick the ground and set it ablaze, it's always this time of year it seems when life slows down and relationships become more complex....maybe it's the lack of sunlight I don't know. But the rain seems to at least quench whatever frustrations I have accrued over the warmer months. Only the winter will tell, when the sullen flakes of snow stop time all together so it would seem, and introspection is all one has to maintain warmth.I stare at the tear left on the boards of the floor, it swarms with all the pain i held inside for so long. It would seem that I am forced to press on, diligently into the sunset. Ever onward unto a world i've never known, to a place without familiarities, a place without names.I cannot say in good standing that every thought is void of all the places i've been, every heart I called home.All that I know, is the hope that there is a place that exists, somewhere in this world there is a heart with a vacancy...and I have the key.