I watched your shadow depart as you left, turning off all the lights in your wake. I listened as your footsteps retreated from my door, I felt the need to jump out my bed and stop you, but frozen I was. I had no heart to stop you, to tell you to accept the things you reject. I had no heart to tell you to imprison your ambition just to be comfortable. Stay for one more day and one more night. Stay content in misery as it loves company. Stay within the background as it is safe. To gaze into your dying eyes, I had no heart to say turn back. So go forth in the night in secret without me.

​Orange and fallen, a sort of relief and release from penetrating heat. A time to glide and reside in peace and calmer times. An opportunity to walk and not flee, an opportunity to really seek nature’s transition into a solemn breeze. An easy reason to crunch leaves on the sidewalk as you did in childhood. Does everything come back around? Eventually winter challenge, spring release, followed by summer daze, and back to autumn cleanse. I wonder in which season the world began…

Were you born gray in search of richer color?
Perhaps the purple of nobility?
Or the red of passion?
Were you left hanging from the cliffs of danger in search of freedom?
Perhaps the infinite ocean will quench your desires.

I wanna be like a bird going south
Not caged like a bird.
I want the wisdom of an owl springing up
Not deceived by a reptile.
I wanna be seen as a lioness in the west
Not disregarded as rat’s filth
I want the purpose of a bee flying to the tallest flower
Not surrounded by circling vultures marking my death.