Live in the moment - and if the moment is day dreaming, if the moment is autumn's mischief of beauty and splendour, live that as if there was no other.
The blade of her sword finished it's long arc right where he landed, cracking, creating a fountain of blood, bright red mixing with the pale, sun-bleached earths.
I stand here, years later, as the world, perpetual, immobile, cries it's endless tears, tragic and lifeless. All I have left are memories I can't mourn.
Is this a war, the continuation of a war, the resurfacing of a disequilibrium ; is fighting the police worth fractured communities, are we all responsible ?