Represting a box of crayons.

Each a different color, as well as a different name.

However this ends, there is always going to be different colors of life.

Live young.

Party hard.

LIVE ~ LAUGH ~ LOVE.

forever young.

Red sunglasses.

Hide the emotions.

Show the expressions.

Season to season.

They rest upon my face.

Strolling by.

With my umbrella high.

Flake, drop, flake, drop.

A man, with no food.

By choice, or by fate?

Shaking myself, unbearable.

This man.

He sits alone, because he has no home.

Praying for his sake, tossing some change.

I continue strolling by.

I’m on the edge, descending from the top.

Reality strikes, for our childhood dreams are elapsed for another year.

Contained in the moment, frozen in time.

A tear slips out, sliding down my bronzed cheek, all that is left from the past season of bright and spirited sunrises to sunsets.

On the fence of life,

a breath is captured.

Those words of faded advice you briefly spoke, crashed fiercely down like the shallow sky's during a tremendous thunderstorm.

Trees swayed from left to right,

branches thrown across the road.

Taking cover is all that is left, for our inner child is constricted within us.

My heart is shouting,

my shadow is awakened.

A clover here, a clover there.

I stumble through this forsaken park.

Two white loops, create a bow upon each shoe,

capturing particles from the ground.

piles and piles of nuts are gathered,

preparing for the next season.

chirp, chirp.

flocks of feathered friends,

say good-bye.

Orange, Yellow, Red.

Fall towards my head.

Assorted colors are sporadic about on the lawn, with acorns amongst them.

Green underneath is all for hope.

Replenished with colors.

Loop and loop again.

white laces, come undone.

A bow filled with particles, is now dismantled.