Autumn State

I'm currently in the air. 

Slow motion autumn leaves free falling from the sky. Waving slowly, then dropping on the concrete all at once. 

Laying flat and quiet. Solitary but not alone. Yet, pain...

Sounds of shadows arising a midst the blues. 

Then, oblivion.

Black thoughts burst gold arrays, piercing through the quietness and cyclical motion.

While the floor drapes in velvet hues, sins scatters aimlessly.

I should not follow the empty space, nor entertain the sound of blindness.

But my soul is a wave in the ocean, naturally returning to the grains shattered by mountains.

Restoration nears.

I await in vanity.