Welcoming The End.

Autumn Leaves.

"Sometimes, we need to fall down to our lowest, to realise how much we know ourselves."

Our lives are like leaves, during fall. Knowing that there shall be a day, when we'll fall. Fall, and never rise again.

"They'll all breathe in, while we exhale."

But when we're gone, nobody shall remember us. Lives which we led, searching for our true selves. Battles we fought with our demons, to survive.
Fell. But never rose.
Times, when the demons won, and all we had left in our hands, was a glimpse of reality, which we called memory.

"It's hard to start all over, things never do change. With blackbirds following me, and digging out my grave.
They close in, swallowing me,
The pain, it comes in ways.
I'm getting back, what I gave."

We're like leaves.
Leaves, which shall see fall. Which shall blossom, and. End. All we wait for, is Autumn.
We shall be scattered, but someone shall collect our scattered pieces together one day.
One day, we shall feel complete again.
Until we realise, that our pieces were collected together, to be disposed off, in a scrapyard, or buried, in a pit.

We don't always win.
It's okay.

Nobody is complete, until the demons win over them.

We're all leaves.
All we wait for, is Autumn.
Fall.