Every day I find pieces of myself falling to the wayside.
Dreams, habits, friends, accomplishments, failures, successes, sorrows, joys, family, importances, memories, and a little bit of everything of which I thought I was made.
Only the next day to arise anew with more pieces that eventually will fall.
And so, I fancy myself as a tree in the fall, with leaves that will fall, arising anew in the spring.
Dreams, habits, friends, accomplishments, failures, successes, sorrows, joys, family, importances, memories, and a little bit of everything of which I thought I was made.
Only the next day to arise anew with more pieces that eventually will fall.
And so, I fancy myself as a tree in the fall, with leaves that will fall, arising anew in the spring.
