Walking forward, the wind encircles my feet with golden leaves tempting me to join them.
And there is always that desire to break free from the mold of stiff, purposeful black and white and lean uninhibited against the wind, falling gracefully to a golden grave.
To be untouched, unnoticeable, hidden.
Maybe just to be a part of something so beautiful.
Something that is without the weight of society glaring down
down.
I miss that touch of nature. That purity and sanctity. Only therein lies love.
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