I tiptoed with madness and danced with her on that crisp autumn day. Opening my arms wide, I said, “Come what may.”
What an elixir-like beauty she had!
My mouth held agape with wonder at the yellows, reds, and the oranges in her eyes. In the Van Gogh swirl of it all, infinite’s dream paused reality.
Safety blankets vanished into the cool, thin air. And then it’s you looking at your own reflection of you walking away.
I’m not saying don’t go, but take care if you do. For once the spell’s cast and the winds start to blow, nothing as you’ve known will ever be quite the same again.