twenty eight

Nostalgia is like

Deja vu, only a bit

sadder and truer.

twenty seven

Let your natural

inclinations guide your steps

through the humid woods.

twenty six

The caffeine induced

demons somehow find their way

into me. Nightmares.

twenty five

It's hazy tonight.

All of the humidity

dropped down and settled.

twenty four

Here is everything.

Sleep to time; the not is now.

Start we: "when is here?"

(read haiku #1)

twenty three

Natural lighting.

Used for daytime presently.

Used to be for nights.

twenty two

Up the tall mountain

is the new world that makes

your heart pound faster.