Autumn

October 27, 2015

I remember everything about autumn. The way the wind whispers to you like the nature is talking to your soul and the sound of leaves blowing when I walk on the street that has no name. And everytime I step on the fallen leaves, the sound of the leaves rustling underfoot tells me how something is dying and it dies a little more on the inside. You cannot hear it because it doesn't make any sound but you can feel it.

- C.K