This is the fall.

Inspired by Sarah Reaburn, written to the sounds of Jadal, and dedicated to the season I love the most.

"How sweet, golden emboldened love letters crunching under her feet, nature in repeat, ushering away the heat, and living off heart beats,

this is the fall, when love meets winter in an empty hall, and dances to the sounds of hands clinging on to each other to break down walls, stars decorate the skies like disco balls, and the only thing we hear are stories of a summer-gone-by on endless broken phone calls,

this the fall, when strength comes together like kids burning down the mall, when magic forgets money because now they're selling nothing at your nearest stall, people feeling dignified like those shedding trees that stand so tall

this is the fall, where all knows all, like Maoist rebels and lonely mothers in Nepal, or lovers making thread out of trust to sew each other colorful shawls, the way the sun crawls over grassy parks and chocolate waterfalls is all-in-all just something to die for after all,

How sweet, when will they meet, like revolutionary thoughts taking all the talk to the streets, nature in repeat, when cold decorates the world with colors living and dying under her feet."