When the leaves fall of the trees I feel like something is falling of me.
I get torn between the part of me who feels so at home and the part of me that wants to leave.
How can I ever explain what I'm missing. So happy with this but still looking for something. Somehow I believe there is more.
More of me. More to do. More of life.
Not sure I make sense. Or that I have to.
Just watching the leaves fall one by one. Making room for winter.
And I, I'm making room for more.
I get torn between the part of me who feels so at home and the part of me that wants to leave.
How can I ever explain what I'm missing. So happy with this but still looking for something. Somehow I believe there is more.
More of me. More to do. More of life.
Not sure I make sense. Or that I have to.
Just watching the leaves fall one by one. Making room for winter.
And I, I'm making room for more.
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