Lost in Paradise

Dear Dakota,
    I recently woke up in a lush, vicious forest full of oak and willow trees that surrounded my peripheral .  The trees were enormous, towering above me like a giant, nearly suffocating me and it turned my sight into tunnel vision.  Through the breaks in the branches, I see a relatively small pond with jumping Koi, splashing slightly against the surface.  I feel imprisoned like a have done something terrible wrong and this was my sentence.  I walked up to my favorite tree, one that reminds me of the art from "The Dream Hunters" and I quickly fall in love.   Swiftly turn and begin to climb it.  All my accomplishments in life, I always resume back to my childhood.  We all do in a sense.  After many failed attempts proven by the deep scratches in my arms and the blood from my hands given to me from the razor-like bark I tried to grasp. 
"I give up!" I shouted.

The Downfall of Self

The Specks of Imagination

The Old Mans Monologue

I am a child at heart.  I REALLY am.  I lost my arm doing childish things.
Immature acts of thought-less revelations.  Ones were i would never could
of acknowledged the future representations of such deeds.  If an adult
tells you not to do something, TRY to remember not to.  Don't follow my
shitty footsteps.  Well try not to at least.  And i only use this cane
for balance, not for getting around. But i guess life can be funny sometimes.
Decaying birds, resting in the middle of streets, dead, trampled and
crumpled up for protection.  Oh, how short a birds life is compared to us.
But i guess we all go when its time, don't we.  Maybe a birds time goes
slower than ours, so in actuality they "LIVE" just for as long as humans do.
But it's not my time to go but i don't know if i can ever see it in my future.
Why would i want to go when everything is so beautiful.  And everyone seems
to be looking out for me.  Buses arrive on schedule, i make my own appointments,
and i tame my own beast inside of me.  Cars fly by, skreeching their brakes,
slamming their horns, while subways rumble beneath me as my body trembles
to the echoes as trains pass above me, hearing the twists and the turns of the
track rocking the train cars back and forth like a cradle then the planes fly
too high above us letting gusts of winds force through it traveling hundreds
of miles in the school and hundreds of miles of speed.  All while we build
lasting structures that take more than centuries to crumble and dismantle.
Oh the BEAUTY!

The Elegant Woman

Craving the Ocean

Peculiarity