Autumn Breeze
The air smells different It's the time of the year again where all the leaves fall... where all the green turns in to red... where all the freeze starts to breeze.. The mind wants to say no, but this heart can't say so... Work must be done, just like the water has to crawl down.. Can I just stay still, without telling that I am being ill? Can time have some mercy, for not being so uncanny? Imagine where, people are facing the sun with a smile, knowing that somewhere out there the sun is not hostile, immeasurably. Life is worth living for when you know you are in a safe place, without worrying if someone close to you is ready to stab you. Because no one deserves to be hostile, just because one fall in the meanwhile. autumn breeze