My

head spinnig, ear bumping, soul fears the time now. Do I see blurred? Do I see red ? Do I see like a stray dog? What color is my eye? Do you see nothing but brown?
Or do you see the twisty branches of a Lilac tree...leading to the depths of my fears? Call the doctor now, shit it’s Sunday, then play the surrender, Sky-white sheets, an autumn breeze, a fatigue soul: wakes up to a misty road.

10/6/7