Fall for no one
Another fall is coming on. Summer’s crying and its last breath is heard widespread through a great wonderwall of misery and despair. This trafficked city bares its concrete murals and provides a coldback drop I fear. It’s taking this long to slowly bring the pieces that has unraveled a simpleton savant who reveres loyalty as sacred and love and life above all else. Not so selfish to accept any other song as long as its last verse is dedicated to the minuscule feels not so aching to leave.
Forewords don’t lend justice to this storied affair of mediocrity and failure, although its brought great memories never to be traded for bottles of whiskey or cheap advice from the other end of the bar. These hands are barely recognizable at this late hour into the night, alone in thought, alone in anxiousness.
It is this season of ending rebirth where a crest of hope lies and truths are put to rest since lies didn’t take on legs. Its not emotional hibernation to partake but a long rest of the worries that have brought on age. Cool winds will wisp by and bring those sweet airs of dead decaying leaves. People affirm they have come to love this time of year, I prefer to think that this fall is for no one.