the seventh sense is for days like this

im not telling you, read the damn thing

yesterday the air

had a certain smell to it,

drifting and weaving just

out of definition.

leaping out of mind

and then slamming into

my face at full force,

it was a wellcomed attack.

the sidewalk was no longer

just a line of conrete, but

a highway into the sunset,

which i sincerely believed

would not occur until

i had reached the horizon.

it was stupid and irrational,

but every now and then,

i like a brief moment

of unexplainable joy.

when the seasons change,

it is both a slow process

and an alarmingly sudden shift,

easily noticeable by a sense

i wish i could define.

it makes the simple extravagant,

and converts the mundane

into stuff of legends.

Reviews

[Emily B]

good stuff, I'm glad I came by