the leaves are finally finding autumn. changing and falling, the trees becoming something else. unlike me.
i swallow the struggle silently. i purge my thoughts, a million a second, to myself. inside, on my own, by choice, i suffer. mine and mine alone. but that’s the thing – it’s yours too. we’re not dissimilar, you and i. i’ll carry yours and you’ll carry mine.
let’s walk, side-by-side.