I broke my wrist at Dulty's lane on a crazy motorbike ride through the woods,we were so high at the time.We were completely lost and for all purposes unknown searching for reasons I cant explain.I just realize in a dyre time, my desire was raging, racing for unique tendecies that shutter like white clouds dispensing before the storms. Rain reigns when its raining only streaming through the trees that broke dark green, to haze an opening that led me to the destination I was searching. Finding the 2 faces of evil,and the generosity that conceals a weapon of your choice for the use,green are the leaves smelling of new life,red is the sky that destroys them, I dont like sun sets just the color blue and for every pavement there are the cracks that represent the broken backs of those who really tried.The tidal comforts bring about compromising shades of the emotional stimulation.Every new season breeds like chameleons among us that fall together all together. Its a new spring.