I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
September blues...
Friday, September 19, 2008
I am one of the last ones left. The death toll has exponentially increased as weeks have progressed. Sometimes, even flutter of the wings of a butterfly was enough to cause someones death. I was the youngest to arrive and perhaps would be the last to fall. They say its a joy to see the birth and growth of a young one. I didn't have the pleasure or luck to see that happening in my time here. I have seen humans sighing at the sight of a tree in autumn, the colors bring a warmth in the otherwise bitter season. I believe the greatest insult to the season would be calling it 'romantic'. Its far from it. The melancholy of the season could be perhaps truly experienced by Byronic souls. Purple skies, orange pumpkins, longer nights, occasion drizzle, chilly days, marsh mellows, red leaves, homemade pies and much more things make up Autumn. Sometimes I wish to live long enough to see the winter. Fluffy snow, overcast mornings and the whole place covered in glorious white. It might be a bit color shock for me to see only one color after experiencing the rich autumn, but hey, I am game. Its surprising how nature works. Spring starts with one color - green. Then the color starts. In the end, only white remains. I have never been this philosophical. I was mostly of the carefree and buoyant. Is this the fear of death or acceptance of death that has made me so?