October’s Midnight

Love, hate, lust, and longing have been motivating factors as of late. Human relationships are so intricate, woven as quickly as a spider’s web and are oftentimes just as fragile.

So frequently am I caught within the stringy fibers of the webs I (not so) begrudgingly weave.

The wind begins to pick up all around me, ushering me indoors, whispering promises that have already been broken. I tire of these games, uninterested in playing along to the rule book that I have claim to have created.

They say Halloween is a time for fear, but really, I find it quite peaceful.

Dead leaves brush across my path.

I wonder if they are harbingers of change.