Ramble on

The day has started yet again, the sun is shy and the clouds are invading. I recognize the anger and frustration inside of me, there has been days and nights when I couldn't function from too much stagnated anger. I wish to roar, but I don't know how, nor could I. The days and seasons are folding and turning so very fast, there is no middle ground, there is no slowing down. Catch your breath when you have time, otherwise, just keep going, push through, hold on to anything at all, better yet, hold on to nothing at all, float or flow, hold on to yourself, or who you think you are, until there is nothing left but a fraction of an idea of a thought of who you might have been, or ought to be, or thought you were, until it all fades away, like the fallen leaves, like the evaporated ocean drops, like the melted snowflakes, like the intense heat that smashes your very existence, and the breath in your lungs that fights to exist still, with the ebbing and flowing, of your very chest, of this very extremist, most important, most futile reincarnation we call life.