Softly lit  sunsets and turning leaves
Little feet skip in a pumpkin patch
Crisp air causing goosebumps
Warm apple cider being sold batch after batch
I am gentle, just like autumn

Slick Ice and bitter air
Blizzards wreak havoc on little towns
Slush is thrown to street corners without care
I am fierce, just like winter

Cannonballs into clear cool water
Tan lines born out of hours in the sun
Road trips and bucket lists promise adventure
Long days with endless possibilities to come
I am exciting, just like summer

Light rain offers new like
Little buds turn brown into green
Glimpses of long awaited sunshine
Earth turns into an exquisitely painted scene
I am growing, just like spring

Sometimes the silence is more damaging than the chaos.
Sometimes you’re so mesmerized by all the voices and actions happening around you that you forget to think.
You forget what it’s like to have to sit down and acknowledge every single thing around you.
You just watch and get entertained.
And then, the silences comes in.
And you’re left there, sitting, hearing the sound of your own breath - hearing the sound of your thoughts.
Your thoughts cannot be censored in the silence.
The darkest thought you will ever have, the hardest decision you will ever make, will be in silence.
You torture yourself.
You torture your mind and your soul.
You start to hate yourself.
You start to hate your existence.
You blame yourself for the way you are.
And then they tell you that you need to find a place where you can silence everyone around you and just think.
But what I really want to silence is not around me, it’s inside of me,
And the sad thing is that:
I can never escape it.