a lyrically bloated blahg.

A familiar knocking came from inside this morning. As I tread the cobblestone walkways littered with browning leaves and end of season grass clippings on my way to work. The boy of my adolescence began rapping on my bones. Pushing against the very skin that has betrayed him and to which he has become a total stranger. Urges to ride recklessly from a fading white-washed barn with the sweating speckled white steed beneath me, fleeing stables in need of a good mucking for the overgrown pastures encircled by rusty wire fencing, trailing the docile White-tail deer lapping up the last of the cool dew clinging to the remaining foliage through which we trot. Finding a shady spot near a small grove of trees and letting loose the reigns, releasing my glistening mare to graze as I gorge myself on the wild berries deep in thorny bushes; small spots of blood from my ravenous fury into the tangle of vines mixed with sweet juice of the bloated blackberries. Blazing flashes of white and rare rainbow reverberations of wild ring neck-pheasant and bobwhites dashing through the undergrowth giving a momentary start to my horse as she whinnies a small side-step in my direction. It is in this moment I feel the world could stop spinning and the light wind taking the burn from the sun is with me this ten year years later as I traverse the day-to-day that has changed immensely but little in the end. I still seek escape and solace from the muck in my life and find it in such glorious bright shining things around me as I wind from here to there.