Walking
Following the same path
The whispering of the wind
The crunching of leaves
The simple smell that belongs solely to Autumn
Music screams in my ears
But not loud enough
Skin burning from the night before
Reminding me of my pain
I turn my music up
To block it all out
Hot tears streaming down my face
Anything else
Just think of anything else
Anything but this
Anything but the pain
The fear
The right now
Think of the leaves
The red
Orange
And yellow
That blankets the ground
And falls through the sky
The simple beauty
Of leaves falling through the sky
Falling
Falling
Falling
Until everything goes black
YOU ARE READING
Empty Thoughts
RandomJust an odd collection of thoughts in my brain that sometimes come spilling out of my mind
