Awaken
I saw the moonlight and thought it snow.
Put on a ring. Red like candy. Anime and soundtrack, backgrounding. Breathing years and memories. Beauty, the works of art. So much effort. So much expression.
How the air has cooled. "But, for a time, it was good."
I am watching Autumn slip past, like a knowing glance, carried along on a wave of air that tastes like snow. Water, frozen...and airborne.
Crystalline art, feathery and perfect. Dropping from the sky, slow. Like a dream. Like a thought.
So late, now. So deep in the night that is, actually, a day. Imagination revealing in the background. Keyboard tapping.
Intoxicants.
Funny, how just flicking fingertips against plastic can build up words...and images. Reveal thoughts and moments. Reality expressed.
Just flexing.
Just talking.
Words, disconnected images -- but a representation of a state. A person, at this point, late in the morning in November. With the air cooling down to deep night months, the smell of frozen water in the air. A year wearing down. Hours unfolding.
"Rational voices, dissented."
November.