She watched the leaves on the tree fall. It wasn't nearly as beautiful in the spring as it was in the fall. In the fall everything has died. It has withered away into the beautiful and dead leaves that cover the ground. From the inside everything looks beautiful out there. It distracts the eye until the envy entices you to go beyond the windows and the doors. The realization isn't much. It's sunny and bright. It's awkward to just stand. Whereas inside there's a whole different image being portrayed. She didn't get it. But she loved her window no less. But as always, she had no trust in anyone or anything. It was bound to be a failure sometime.
 Made27 · Mon May 02, 2005 @ 02:27pm · 0 Comments |
