“i can feel autumn in the air tonight, and as always , my lungs feel so heavy. the trees are turning color, and i am turning pages. a new chapter begins for me. i can’t help but feel better when the wind is cooler, when the sky is grayer. this season matches my soul. all rusted, where the living goes to die, where the old washes away in the rain. a place where dead looks so pretty, where it’s okay to fall away from what keeps you elevated. i breathe better, the air isn’t thick around me, suffocating the soul that lives in this body. gloomy never looked so beautiful, and i secretly hope, someone will look past the dead pieces of who i once was. the remnants i carry in my pockets, and on my smile. i hope they can see the beauty i offer. despite the dying soul i may have.”