- Post By: Jason Santo
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- Category: Uncategorized
- Tags: autumn, bluesky, clouds, day, fall, foliage, nature, poem, poetry, sky, trees, writer, writing
Every moment now is art. Passively letting days slip away unnoticed in the haze of disappointment and anger is yesterday’s sin. Now the world bleeds onto my canvas by the hour. And I soak it in because the knife spreading its wound wider is this pain, the intense ripping away of of my fingers from the cliff ledge. I murdered this life – no misunderstanding how this dirt collected under my nails – how my knuckles strain under the weight of my struggle, aching to the point where they’ll break before I let go. Tumbling into the unknown an inevitability, I’m preparing myself not only for death, but for the gorgeous flood days will spew on my way down. #nature #trees #fall #autumn #clouds #sky #day #bluesky #foliage #poem #poetry #writer #writing (at Final Fall)