the air smells simpler and more crisp
the wind is a bit chillier and my feet colder
the sun sets a bit deeper casting it's glow outside my bedroom window
things just feel different
from the outer side(s) in
as the leaves fall onto these choatic streets
i feel somewhat messier
although the air is crisp and simple
my branches twist and turn into one another trying to find the light, the right light
things just feel different from my deepest in(s) out,
as the leaves fall and the branches twist, these feet feel colder and my chest a bit heavier
this change is inevitable ... and with that comes rebirth
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