Life Between the Lines

Between the lines we wait in, beneath the asphalt marked by them, behind the things we say, there lies freedom.

School is tiring, but worth-while. Work is fulfilling, but even more exhausting. My life has changed in many ways. A new job, new classes, new people; a new way of living?

I've always begrudgingly liked autumn. The fall. Things close up shop and wait for the new beginning; but the fall remains important. The paths we take, the ways we fall, indicate where we will stand up again.

So I honor the passing of every leaf like a hero, and walk amongst them casting a shadow, and a quick glance towards the future.