Autumn's Eve

The arctic breeze kisses the cheeks of us all as summer's soiled sweat dries fastidious on our supple skins. We're shedding the carapace of zesty ectasty, the supernova loves of summer being swallowed by the autumnal black hole of reality impending. The end of days is upon us, at the vilest vortice of destruction(the cusp of a season's death),yet we fervently embrace the dionysian excess in remembrance of the smoldering reveries of these phantasmal months. Waking up in the cold sweat of summer's past, we adhere to the truth that the only purity lies in the care-free sweltering heat of our lives, captured snow-globe-like in the arid days of lust and love.

Finding life to be ever so lugubrious with that autumn chill raging through, demanding it's presence be known, time tolls the terrible truth that we must douse the flames of passion. Let reason sink it's fangs back into us, and thus deliberate what truly matters in the span of existence. Cyclical thoughts linger as the years pass, days dying, people passing the millstone of remembrance, it all signifies something grander than another season's passing. For some we lose the truest part of ourselves, for others it's a rebirth of the most honest expression.

Inching towards another year, another 365 days of toiling in existence, the chameleon in us all wishes to camouflage itself in the sweet panacea of ignorance. In the blissful servitude that retains our sanity, yet we are never content to strive in the half life of a setting sun. Such as the seasons must falter and rise with the tide of the cosmos, so must we contend with the ever changing "seasons" that make up the trials of diaphragm inhalations. This Autumn's eve brings with it the lens of clarity fleeting--sweeping in to tone down the embers that retain there right to burn ferocious. We must all find the silver lining in change, with the prospect of living the same scenarios, yet finding the resolve to seize the reigns and change the outcome.

Let the days cascade around us as we forage on in the spectrum of years. Through this we find the truth of our own strength. Like this Autumn's eve, which finds one in particular floundering in the night, only to be reassured by the light of the world--of bright minds infinite radiance.