November

Today, there isn’t any sunlight to enhance the colors of this world I’m surrounded by.
 

The dullness of the leaves gradually make their way towards the ground.

Where I’m from, not geographically, the trees aren’t so tall. 

And the sky isn’t the typical blue;

It’s more of a green, hazel swirl.

But just as the day turns, where I’m from, it turns to grey sometimes.

And sometimes it rains.

And lately, it’s cold.

But the weather isn’t a factor in this frigid home.

My house is falling apart.