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I remember long misty days, and a love so long ago, as if it were yesterday.
I remember long misty days, in the dawn of spring, as the earth shivers out of its death sleep, resurrecting anew, life that feels like it would last an eternity.
I remember long misty days, that my heart was never still, enveloped in the embrace of love's sweet passion.
I remember long misty days, as the fragrance of jasmine lingers in the air, after a summer storm.
I remember long misty days, and the heat of an afternoon, in the middle of July. I remember long misty days, being with a loved one, sharing a secret desire, embracing the ecstasy, of the intimate fantasy.
I remember long misty days, and the fond memory of a first kiss. I remember Long Misty days, as the cool Northern breeze carries away the first leaf of Autumn.
I remember long misty days, of Indian summer, as mists crawl over green grass, changing it to a gold color, of the rising harvest moon.
I remember long misty days, and your smile, that lights up my heart, lights up my soul, saying love is forever.

The days are soon to become shorter, and gray as Autumn approaches, it's a sign the Earth is soon going to sleep, to rejuvenate for the coming Spring. I'm not fond of the end of Summer, as i've said before. Too many memories tied up in the fall season, that i see every year at this time. Like Summer has memories, the Autumn has alot more memories. I've written about some of the memories of Autumn, mostly about my years in school. Writing about my early school years, is something i'm already doing, in another book i've been working on a few years now. Fall brings forth from the mists of time, ghosts, that i still hear, when the leaves, change color on every tree. Even those lost restless souls, find their way back into this world, to sneak into my mind, to awaken those memories, of my younger years when i was a boy growing into my early teen years, when i really began to question everything. But then before puberty, i was questioning everything, it was rock and roll, that was partly the reason, for all the questions. I was young, wondering about my sexuality, it was the music i listened to that made me question my sexuality. I held hands with boys while in first, and second grade, becuase it felt normal to me. Girls were kind of a mystery to me, in those early wonder years, during the change of seasons. So the changes, make me think of those times gone by, and the days i thought Summer would go on forever. September is a month, when everything about Summer, starts to die out, like the colors of the leaves on the trees, and the cooling down of the air, that tells people, the days are going to get shorter, and the weather will change. It seems every year, I think back on Septembers of my past, with school days, before puberty, and during that time, when i was changing from boy, to man. My Early school years were a bit stressful, because it was Special Ed. I didn't mind the very earliest years, they were pretty easy, to a degree. It's just the later years, are what made my life hard to live. Some of the kids i went to school with had a huge chip on their shoulders, and attitude problems. some kids acted tough, to hide their differences, or limitations. It's not that they needed, or wanted to act tough, they did so, to prove that they were normal. The first half year i was in Special Ed, i didn't put up any front, like other kids, or should i say, like the boys did. I was a pretty sensitive kid, in those days, and somewhat opnely emotional, so i was pretty timid duriong the first half year, i was in the system, but i did manage to survive, despite the girls, and how fickle they were. I did find one girl i really liked, her name was Teri, we became a couple straight into my second full year, being in Special Ed. The last year, was pure hell, after one of my classmates died, at the age of 14. The entire school was in a state of mourning, for what seemed like months. The kid that passed away, was a good friend of mine, he drowned while fishing after school, in a rowboat alone! Chris had Epilepsy, he had a seizure, and fell out of the boat, he couldn't swim, he drowned in 20 feet of water. When i was told the next day, i thought the teacher was joking with me, but then i saw how everyone in the classroom looked. Terri was in the desk in the corner, crying. I didn't believe it at first, then later on, A teacher that Chris had before we were ever classmates, she asked me if i knew that Chris had died, and i told her i did, that's when it hit me. It felt like i was kicked in the stomach. Being a psychic in a way, not more than a couple days later, i could tell that Chris was there in the classroom, even if i couldn't actually see him, he was there sure enough, still with us, i alone was able to sense his presence in the room. Weird as that sounds, it's the truth, that he died, but he hadn't exactly moved on, to that next plane of existence. I believe in ghosts, the psychic phenomenon, that paranormal investigation, is a science, that those, who have died, don't just leave this world behind, nor do they go to heaven or hell, as most religions believe, about death. A fair amount of religions believe in what is written about death. I'm sorry to say that i'm not one of them, because i got away from religion and those traditional teachings. I'm a hard core believer in the occult, the supernatural. I'm sorry but what the church teaches never made any impression on me, i found it to be too strict, and rigid, and being a kid with a disability, beginning to explore my sexuality, getting into rock and roll, the traditional stuff meant nothing to me. It was in that time that many religious leaders still called rock and roll the devil's music, homosexuality was labeled a sickness. I was clearly on that road, to being queer, as a kid, even if it was said in the church, that being gay was wrong and a sin. All of that traditional racist dogma scared me, so i had to hide what i was becoming, even in those early elementary school years. These are the things about fall, that make me think back, on those long ago misty days.