Autumn is not my favorite season.
I want it to be.
I really do.
If only because it’s so beautifully colored and has extravagantly fading foliage.
But it’s not.
It sits in the pit of my stomach.
Causing havoc.
Clouding views.
Stirring tears.
Barely allowing time to breathe.
When Autumn comes,
I fall.
Into depths of despair,
sullen sadness
and wretched realness.
Far …
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