dead trees still stand, and so can I
Fall has always been my favorite season, I love being able to see the change unfolding before me. The colder nights, the layers of clothes that you can play around with. The crisp air, the security of an oversized coat and the comfort of knowing something new is on the horizon. There has always been a warmth of familiarity around this time of year.
However, my mind’s been filled with empty promises. Of new beginnings, of love, of loss, and of change. It’s funny how with the change of seasons, you change with it. Yet sometimes, you feel left behind having only the thought of what was, to comfort you.