Falling into Fall (2)

October 19, 2008 - 10:58pm — Blackhoof

There is no exact feeling that I can describe about this season. Is it my most hated or is it my most loved. The fall, a sign of deing of old. The time where we all feel a certain renewable feeling. The memories of this year will fade and problems will slowly sink back into the earth from which they belong. But as soon as spring comes they will return like trees' buds and explode in a suprizing matter.

But fall, for me, is just memories. Many things change in the fall, many things have changed for me, but nothing has rid of the feelings I've always had for it. In my heart there is some type of inner energy and the wisdom comes back again. Control returns again. Veiws of how other people see me go away again. And I sign all the rude veiws off into a boat that will return in the spring with new ones.

But, memories bring back the bad also. Bring back the hidden memorials, and tantilizing laughter. I would prefer to have the memory of a mouse than an elephant, so then I can remember nothing and every day will feel like a new one and very face will seem like a new freind.

I wish I could feel like that better deer, but I don't feel that way. And sadly but so every opinion stays no matter when the seasons change. Veiws are fried into the minds of those who aren't willing to let go. Which is why it's hard to let things fall and go away. It's why the leaves die but never go. It's why the sun diseapers but never leaves.

If we had short memories nothing would get accomplished, maybe, but
the feelings for each other may be renewed.

I wish fall would wash away the memories.

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Part 2
It has started...I will be spending most of my time in the water I can see...
swiming with my secrets...

Things are getting colder, and the water feels fine.

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October 19, 2008 - 11:07pm — Anzel

Watch out, philosophical

Watch out, philosophical ramblings ahead x3 Feel free to ignore, lol.

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A fae painted with the colors of the autumnal wind walks forward.

But with the memories, with the cobwebs within our minds and the marks upon our perceived walls come change. For as with the trees, we should know that all things come and go. What is remembered today as a sad time, shall one day be cherished, though you would never know it. It is the experience that makes us stronger. It is the final leaf left upon the tree that will remind you that the tree once had leaves, will remind you of its former glory and that all things must fall down. And it will remind you that once that leaf is pushed out by the new bud, new things will grow in its place. Before you realize it, that leaf is gone, and you may regret it having gone. But the soils will take it and bring new trees to life, to bring new seasons and autumns and more falling leaves.

And though you may not desire the diseased leaves clinging on for dear life, maybe you shall be stronger for it. And you will see how your world may end, you might strengthen your defenses and combat that will fells you.

Also, with knowledge of such times of ugliness, the trees will more lovingly accept their new colors, and will grin at their new plumage, for they know what it is like to be without it. Knowledge is heart and soul, and you should trade it for nothing. And if after all of the thoughts have come to you, you still decide to be without the pains and horrid memories...well, you might just prefer to be a rock, turning into sand, and never to turn back.

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