they are opening their eyes

well, well, well. the day of awakening is finally nigh. the sun's bright rays are finally begining to slowly seep into the eyes of the circle. the flower blooms out in all its glory. what a beautiful sight to finally see your ugly side. the circle is disbanding and one by one we are leaving. some have already left. the waves crash with a melodious chorus, just like the reality of the situation that will soon crash down on you. it will be beautiful. and the water will wash away the dirt and hopefully clean your insides. if not, you would be swept away, away from existance, never to return.
listen to the wind at night, and hear how she cries for you and not over you. the howls and growls are not mindless motions with a lack of emotions. listen to them and realise that they are trying to tell you something. but you would not listen. and the wind cannot do more than that, for she cannot speak, she cannot point, she cannot touch, she is invisible.
spring was in full blossom and the air tasted sweet and innocent.
summer was high in intensity and heat. but the heat was bearable and we got through.
autumn was the season it began to fade, just like the leaves on the trees.
winter is approaching and the blood will freeze and all feeling lost. all senses lost.
you know, when the cycle started out, it was actually spinning smoothly and it was going somewhere. the bicycle went places. but you had to make modifications and install all those unnecessary parts and made the bicycle heavier. the road grew tedious and weary and heavy. finally the bicycle could take it no longer and it crashed right on the road. some parts were still in tact, and others, well, they flew far, far away..