autumn is here
autumn is here and it feels more like winter. gusts of cold wind blow right through the trees. tearing the leaves off their branches and scattering them all across car windowshields. blanketing the ground, only until the wind knocks them back up onto the air so that the same violent cycle begins once again.i am a bird that has stayed behind flying south for the winter. my wings are wounded, but i cannot feel the pain anymore because they're numb from the chill this season has brought upon us all. all i can do is sit, wait, ruffle my feathers to keep the cold from penetrating my being. hoping for a bit of sunlight to shine down from up above to bring me back to warmth. i will wait. i will hope. and in time my wings will heal so that i may take up flight once again...or even for the first time. flying is my reason for living.
something can only become real if it is valued, understood and appreciated. otherwise it is as if it never was, and we need to experience the things that are so that we may learn and grow from them.
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