The leaves from the tree glide through the air before gently landing on the broken pavement. As I sit on the run down curb, I watch as a few more leaves follow, breaking from the tree's branches. I let the thought of trying to break free from my own branches consume my mind to the point where all I can think about is being stuck and going no where. I'm not falling or gliding or breaking free. I'm attached to this branch and all I can do is watch as the leaves change and fall. Stuck. The leaves dripping from the tree are no longer peaceful and beautiful but instead are a lonely reminder of who I am. I wish for nothing but to be able to smoothly slice through the air before landing on the cold concrete. But instead I cannot fall. Instead I watch others start their journey while I'm stuck.
The Life of an Audacious Teen...
By desultori
Basically just shit stories that don't go together and are mostly all about love. More