schizophrenic seasons

through the ever reoccurring time lapse played in your head there always comes a pause

The seasons are in a transition state In which the leaves begin their long transformation process hoping for life but almost certainly divulge to the bitter sweet death. Each leaf is like a breath of life wafting its senses to all the people around. Some are lucky enough to flow far and wide to where they can begin their own life though many are lost along the way. Every year it seems the same where they are all shooting for bigger and better things; aspiring to become a tree. Just like the leaves though people are affected greatly by the change in times the shift of life, with everyone hoping to catch wind, hoping and waiting for things to come there way. Each day for me seems to be inclined to schizophrenic behavior as if its undecided of my own fate. It has taught me one thing though there is no point in wishing because the stars you wished on are already dead, meaning you need to find your own sense of strength, passion, and creativity. The leaves have inspired the impact of how every thing should live its life because you never know when you shall be a leaf in the breeze.