pathfinder

on the autumn riddled wound path to my home, the reddened leaves crack and falter under my footsteps, fragile facade of beauty trembling under my crushing abyss, sinking, fall's composed magic crumbles under my solemn weight.

ghosts of smells i once loved fill the air. letting the ashy air grasp my empty hands, i feel a sincere warmth from within, radiating, sinking in and becoming one, unfaltering unlike the ground beneath me, steady, fortified, safe; an unshakable foundation.

the world is still painted in the same monochrome as it always has been; the four seasons change just as how my feelings falter as they pass by. but all i can have now is the homely scent of warm spice and flora, my sweaty palms, the lunar eclipse in your eyes and the swirling abyss of my newfound youth, for no matter what stars i see in any other, i shall still be drawn into, and return to only, only you.