the sun's out..

.. the grass is green, the flowers yellow and the sky behind painted perfect blue; all the colours seem right. the air around is warm enough to carry the right tune along. in light and in fact.. i find myself grabbing onto images of days of my life - though regular and existent, i fear their fleet. as man gets older, much i like do everyday, a sense of permanence keeps fading in and out of consciousness. as aware as i am, of the fact that nothing lasts.. i am hit by something like a mere stroke of greed, an anxious moment of selfishness that if the world permits.. for me, to have this to be held in more than just my present.. i would like that to be had.

sometimes i wish i were more than just a man. i wish i had more than just wishes.

and words.