The autumn wind is whipping outside of my window. Curled up amongst a plenitude of warm blankets, my mind wanders. And I think of how the warm autumn sun illuminates the vibrant hues of the trees, and the feeling that this is only temporary. And I think of how the leaves fall from the trees to the ground, as if they were falling in love. And I think of how this season is only a finite amount of time, and how it will soon be replaced with grey skies and a snow covered ground. A period of dormancy where warmth can be difficult to find.
10.30.2015
YOU ARE READING
between the lines.
Şiirto learn who a person really is you need to look between the lines. "between the lines" is a collection of poetry, streams of consciousness, and other ramblings that serve as little keyholes into my mind.
