The Revolution of the Year

For some a breath, for others a life. Clinging onto customary rebirth as if youth had a second chance. Another glance shows a golden page raging and teeming with ambient, thriving buds so gloriously bound to the Earth as if ill fate could not sweep their life away. Then the slide begins to creep about with its taunting trickery, calming the senses with crunching greens of no more color. Smell envelops the mind, thinking nothing of time until the brisk begins to beg. Sliding now, colors crystallized, eyes take longer to hold their luster. Everything breathes slowly until left gasping for air, but its no longer there. Here, commences the biggest artifice of all- Love blooms.