there’s nothing more depressing than the transition of summer to fall.

summer was full of fun, prioritizing friends, and living your life.

fall gives one more time to think. more time to detach yourself from reality like a leaf falling off a tree. it’s only temporary until you land on the floor and realize, you’re just another meaningless leaf on the floor.

what happened to the fun back in the summer? your friends? living your life?

it’s back to your routine now. summer is just a fever dream as you go back to reality watching the days go by and watching the leaves turn red and yellow. the same colors as the same street signs you see on your way back home everyday.

it’s all the same. you’re just like any other leaf that fell to the floor. in the end, no one picks up a leaf unless it’s special. in a pile of leaves, how can we beat the intricate patterns and curves of others when there are thousands of other leaves that look the same. life prioritizes the special leaves while the less attractive ones grow to be ordinary. living the same days until the leaf falls apart into smaller pieces. what’s left of the leaf then? what can we leave behind in this world that’s special for once?