Alive Stories

hello from withoutplease don't poutwe'll be there soon we're just past the big spoonflying through ashthrowing a big ole bashand hoping he won't lash -out. his green eyesfail to see the points to my storyand all my lies  arefarfrominnocent I'm far from aliveas I cross this universeof pain and tersewords. 

Everything is dead or dying, My brother tells me. There isnothing alive and green.I run to the window and show hima beauty like none elsewhere but here.Look, I tell him pointing, the bushes areboldly green. Wild do they grow,and so carefree. Can't you see, brother?Even the desert can be green.Green it may be, he says, but alive it is not.See how the center is brown and gone?That is not alive. That is gone. A lizard races...

I have had a lot of time to think. And I think about how I gave myself a scare, in a way. I alerted myself to reality. Even though at times it might have seemed like I was slowly dying, I think I was just making my way forwards. That's all we really do, I think. We just make our way forwards. And then we get where we want to be and we look back and we wonder how we got from here to there. Because sometimes the path is so...

Watery expanse covered in mistDawn breaking into purple and blueMorning sky blushing as if kissedHilltops highlighted in a golden hue Heart warm emotions so much alive Silence not yet broken mind aglowGrandeur causing my soul to reviveSapphires dancing across the snow Magnificent day filled with blessings Fortunate mortal I am to be caressed Panorama stretching my heartstringsAllowed more time as Nature's guest