I remember the meadow in where I use to run in.During spring,it'll be full in blossom with purple loosestrifes.It's as though the meadow came to life during this time of the year,butterflies and bees in the air as though they were all given a second chance at life.Birds performed their acrobats,carrying out aerial maneuvers as if it all came naturally.It was during this time of the year that I'd just aimlessly wander through the meadow,observing life at it's simplest complexity.There was no such thing as lust,no desires,no greed.It was just about surviving yet no one seem to have a problem getting past the day.Everyone was contended with how things were.There was enough honey for the bees,nectar for the butterflies and enough worms for the birds.Sometimes,if you were at ease with yourself,you could hear a harmonious tune being played from all these simple yet equally complex lifeforms in the meadow.They didn't have any reason to flee when a person approach,they never did.
That was of course how I remembered it to be,before the world consumed itself.I ran through the meadow this time,I ran until there was no where to run no more,everything seem to happen so quickly before my very eyes.Was I running from the world or was I watching the world?Everything was a haze.I haven't been so tired before,when will this running ever stop?
As I ran,I saw all the little things beneath the surface of everything else thought to be so pure and simple.I saw everything die,deteriorate and slowly disappear.
You realize,that life,and everything in it has a motive.We lie and we cheat,we pretend and act.We are all guilty. I saw all this in the meadow whilst I was running,I heard the screams of agony and pain this time.How foolish was I ever to think that my meadow would never change.But then again,who would have ever guessed?

 
and like everything else,we eventually get washed away.

 
 

Yes,I do realize I should blog more often.Well lets just say shit happens.nuff said.