Funny how when you aren't paying attention, time passes like the leafs of a tree, falling and dying, turning from vibrant red to dull gray.
what was once a bright, beautiful living thing that people admired and acknowledged is now laying on the ground, stomped on, ripped apart and dried up, unnoticed and forgotten.You never notice how much things have changed until you take the time to go back and realize how they really were.. how you really felt and acted... and see how much you really have turned, bled out, changed color, fell down, gotten back up, lit up like a fall leaf, or died out like a winter one.
You never realize how free you were, up in that tree, vibrant and blowing in the wind, until your down in the gutter, gray and shredded from seeing and feeling and hurting too much.
I do my best to acknowledge all the fallen leaves, the fading memories, i try to remember everything, catalog all the things i learned and never forget that at some point it was exactly what i wanted.
Instead of sweeping the leaves into the bags to be recycled, i want to keep them in my heart, fresh on my mind, to remember each crack and color they turned before fading away into the earth.
things may be in the past, but they are never forgotten.
