i am discovering something,
something that has been in my mind for far too long.
as i wait, immortal in my garden, the purple and pink flowers wilt.
searching for someone.
someone that will make my heart bloom of spring.
and as i stand unmoving, the leaves begin to change.
red radiant light from burnt ash trees and golden halos wrapped around the trunks, the scent of rain and coffee and sleepy people.
i fall in love.
my heart is blooming, and not of spring.
i am utterly and achingly in love with the colors of fall and the scents of life being reborn into new seasons.
because people are constantly changing, like how the leaves tone from yellow to brown to red.
so as i am in love with fall,
i wonder, if i need a person at all?
