It’s that time year year again where I watch the pretty women standing there in the middle of the field, changing her hair to many different colors. She likes bright colors, and shades of light. She seem startled by my appearance and shakes herself tremendously. She starts to cut her hair and the pieces fall slowly as she tries again to hide herself, I watch them cover the cold floor. She is so tall flimsy, yet so sturdy and delicate. Her arms stiff and her body is brilliant. She wears the same clothes every year, only for awhile. As I watch her hair fall into lakes and pumpkins fields I get over excited and run to hug her, but wait she is gone. As my hands wrap around her she isn’t there just her hair falling a little faster, her eyes are gone. As I pass her I can still hear her breathing, she is taunting me. One last chance as I hurdle towards her fast as I can to hug her, she is gone away now. Just a tall tree is standing in that field, but I can still hear her heart beating. She has been doing this for many years now and she is only getting older and wiser. I really need to get to her if only for second. My last chance to catch her if only for a second, I run faster and as I get to her she starts running I can taste her cold, almost there o reach out and blow as she turns to glitter this white Fucking glitter. I lost once more, now I must wait till until next year. There is just something about this tree. She is so beautiful. Closed doors can only hide so much, Pacing through this hallway I listen in disgust. As you divide my mind and force my years into minutes. Destroy the hands of time, the hands that made me whole. If only you could see me. I love you, not to self: she will return as rain. I will catch her next year.