The Sun Was High And So Was I

With the fallen leaves in the sky coming down, I could smell the harvest and the death in the air. Nobody remembers these things when they were a kid but they fueled our everlasting long summers at campfires and the smell of night dew with the firefly's. What a small vast place we all live in. Ever changing and vast.

Sinned again to the pastor's friend and God was half in existence. I had no idea all things were one then. You just do because you're excited to be a new being in this place.

Have you ever cried? Well so have I...