It’s fall
The year is almost gone
Late nights turn into early evenings
You think about different things, adapting to sets in
Reflections of yourself vanish on the waters surface after you skip a rock
Reflecting on the things you gained and lost
The rock has its three seconds of joy and then sinks
You pick up another
An another
Until you get dull, out of touch
The sun is setting, it goes quicker now
You think about the past and write this on a piece of paper
Do not sacrifice your own peace for the happiness of another
It’s now in your back right pocket
We don’t have time to do much in this life but we do have time to be better
Better at what?
Better at our weakness, strengths
Better at loving
Better at knowing the difference between nostalgia and the “best memories”
Not every experience is meant to last forever
Understand that you are your own world inside a glass box
Growing for yourself and no one else
Being alone, or with someone
Whatever you do, don’t take them for granted
You’ll miss them when they are gone
The sun just set on the other side of the mountain
Your feet in the water ankle deep
It floods inside your shoe, similar to the way these thoughts flood your mind
Fast and no time to react
Holidays are different now
Not so many leftovers
The Christmas tree stays unlit
Maybe I’m just getting old or something
Times are changing
Doing things I used to like turn into me overthinking about something far away from the present moment
A listener needs a listener too…
Don’t forget that
