There’s a reason why they call it fall. I woke up rubbing my eyes, walking into the balcony decorated with the season’s offerings – leaves. Pale green, yellow and ochre. Falling evermore with their kind swishing cadence. Leaves fall, leaflets arise. Seeds fall, saplings arise. ‘Tis a season of hope, I guess.
I wish it lasted forever. But well, seasons are supposed to be seasonal. Er.
I am obsessed with this book by Rupi Kaur. Completely and thoroughly.
This little poem here led me to the above artwork (originally by JoJoesArt). Everywhere that you have fallen should you possess the courage to rise. Exorbitantly and outrageously.