Letter to Autumn.
Dear Autumn,
You resonate life. A life that is of constant change. Just like the leaves changing and falling from a glistening green to a rusty brown. A reminder that nothing is permanent; people, friendship, love and life itself. You bring with yourself winds of change, ever so subtly. The sun still shines, it still is bright but you make the breeze chillier, the air crisper. It feels like you are only preparing us for the big change ;Winter. Just like life, it takes time to take it all in and settle in it. With occasional rains,you remind us that it is ok to cry.
You remind me that change makes me restless; unsettled. The yellow leaves on the pathway makes me realise, that the year is drawing itself to a close. It oddly gives me a shiver or two. It makes me look back and evaluate the bygone months and the way they have been. Millions things have changed since you last came; yet a million things remain the same.
Its funny;
You resonate life in ever so familiar way,
Yet I sit here; feeling still the same way.
You resonate life. A life that is of constant change. Just like the leaves changing and falling from a glistening green to a rusty brown. A reminder that nothing is permanent; people, friendship, love and life itself. You bring with yourself winds of change, ever so subtly. The sun still shines, it still is bright but you make the breeze chillier, the air crisper. It feels like you are only preparing us for the big change ;Winter. Just like life, it takes time to take it all in and settle in it. With occasional rains,you remind us that it is ok to cry.
You remind me that change makes me restless; unsettled. The yellow leaves on the pathway makes me realise, that the year is drawing itself to a close. It oddly gives me a shiver or two. It makes me look back and evaluate the bygone months and the way they have been. Millions things have changed since you last came; yet a million things remain the same.
Its funny;
You resonate life in ever so familiar way,
Yet I sit here; feeling still the same way.
Birthday shenanigans.
So, yesterday marked my 27th year on this earth. Twenty seven?!? Boy! do i feel like a granny!
With the monthly cycle not favouring my celebratory spirits, I spent the whole day on bed with the worst cramps ever. To add up to my already dampened spirits, it was pouring outside the whole day. To quote Chandler Bing "Could it BE more depressing?". He he.
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