somthings falling

[silkwormriver]

falling leaves must be confused about direction when it’s windy. I hear the wind outside, some windows are open, the draft feels soothing, comforting like tall rustling eucalyptus trees. there is a definite point at which that joint of mine let go of its ridged wooden time. it seems like the branch is imaginary, but maybe it grew for the soul

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[turquoiseflea]

Who is this mysterious Her?