Vibrant reds and crisp yellows blow in the breezy fall air. A few green leaves are still attempting to hang onto the power they used to have over their space. Though they know their fate is inevitable and eventually whether green, red or yellow will turn brown and fall to the floor, their beauty muddled underneath the masses of feet that trample them, in a hurry to get to their next destination with not even a single glance back.
She sits under the tree, watching them fall but her mind is spiraling through so many different emotions that the crunch of the leaves brings her back to reality. She breathes deeply, lets out a loud sigh and allows herself to pulled down the path that leads to the crossroads of memory lane and the unknown. Instead of turning towards the left or the right she sits down in the middle of the intersection. Unwilling to run towards the unknown but knowing that memory lane brings back some of those feelings and thoughts that haunt her mind. She knows she can’t sit still for long, because the tears will start falling and she’ll lose to them. She always does. Though the world around her would never know, because she’s expected to be strong, to make it through everything with her head held high. The girl that’s always there for everyone, the first to forgive, to open herself up despite what she’s witnessed. She’s stubborn, let’s her emotions take over rationality, speaks before thinking, doesn’t hold back what she feels, and doesn’t give up easily. However because of this she’s vulnerable to the harshness of the world. Not everyone see’s things how she does, too many people lead life with their brain and let the what if’s and could haves consume them. She take’s criticism with a grain of salt, and is a slight perfectionist. She knows what she wants and she’s willing to fight for it until there isn’t anything left she can give. Defeat doesn’t sit well with her, in anything, her performances in life, her relationships with others and her relationship with her self. She’s her toughest critic, and struggles to see the good and focuses in on her flaws.
Her mind never shuts down, like Pi it just keeps going. She hides in her novels, James, Frost, and Williams because words are the things that keep her grounded. Writing allows her to express herself, to get the millions of words flowing from her brain out because if she tries to vocalize them they make little sense. The tears will come and the will go, and eventually she’ll get up and move towards the unknown, however she’ll take a more diagonal approach, because her mind can’t help but wander through the memories that her heart holds so close to her. They are the reasons she’s able to keep going into the unknown with a heavy but open heart. Though she’ll watch where she walks, sure to miss the leaves that have been cast aside, scattered on the ground because to her they’re still beautiful and they haven’t lost any of their power at all.
All Along A Journey 