among those falling leaves there is mine hitting the pavement. and I sit on the window shelf of the bedroom with thousands of thoughts entwining with the autumn winds, hitting pavements of reality. desiring to run into the arms of my grandmother, I see her eyes in my own reflection. I see her tearful, loving eyes waiting. in this very moment when my heart is an open wound the winds soflty glide with their cold breath over memories. my heart beats, beats.
tightrope walking I pace my days in dreams.
