With this last bout I take my complete leave of the world, of the situation into the silence of ancient limbs.
My mind trails the happenings back to their origin point, but my body moves forward- deeper into the desire to find freedom inside the heart that doesn't cease.
Mistakes were made, rose beds trampled;
Enraged like petals of red, a fervor of angst exploded on occasion coloring my world a different skin tone.
I seek solace, reprieve, rest.
The skyline looks wilted, sparkling with artificiality from my vantage point atop a yellow colored balloon.
Time to drop off.
Krishna Volk 2012