Tiny green flaps, swaying up high in the blue – Narrate their own story, find their path and Identity up on the brown.
Decorators are also creators of energy and more often are support to few browns.
The are defined by a purpose, a relation, a chemical bond, only until they are attached. As time reaches its bound, so do theirs’ – They simply detach themselves from all definition, erase all expectations, and choose to leave.
I am talking about these falling leaves……
How could they reassign their purpose without being attached? How could they make a journey from : up the blue to unknown deep dark brown with no hesitation, no anxiety, no sweat?
Where do they gather this courage from? Is it given by these brown or they just be themselves? How do they adjust to unknown people, strange environment, and…
Why could we not be them? Why are we greeted with fright, need to victory our own thoughts…need to fight with a clone of ourselves…
Why can’t leaving, shifting, changing, parting, detaching be so easy for us. ….
For every action we gather a shattered version of ourselves, taped everywhere but still bleeding.
I tried to look up to them for all the lessons, but still my head can’t learn their words. I can’t be them; I surrender to nature.
So selfless, so powerful, still so giving.
