Autumn.

Autumn is nearing and everything is dying. The flowers droop and turn brown, the beautiful green trees become less vibrant, and clouds make their way in, promising a rain to make the world soggy for a while. I've always hated fall. Maybe it's the fact that everything turns brown and dreary, or maybe the fact that school starts again... But I think it's both. People point out that the leaves also turn pink, yellow, red... But they are dead. All dead. And that's what fall is. The season of death. 


...I find it ironic that I'm born in September.