Eternal Leaves
It's amazing how much we store in the places we call home. All of our secrets, memories, and achievement's locked into the vault of our safe space. We venture into the world relieving ourselves of our burdens as if they were anchors weighing us down.
It's understandable when it feels like we are taking on water. Drowning in the person(s) we became. For some of us it is easier and healthier to run. There is no weakness in that. To explore the world and discover your other selves. Uncovered treasures buried in the “what if's” of the world.
For other's there is no escape. Perhaps they feel trapped in their hometowns, and maybe that's has been the only world they have ever known. However, it is the same world isn't it? Every place we go. Where we find the strings that connect us back to home, wherever it may truly be. A coffee shop on the corner of the street, a memory of sitting outside watching the sun rise while you sipped on a latte with your siblings. Rushing from your car to a store with no umbrella as it rains, the laughter of running into the rain as a child.
There is no shame in the wonders of it all. Both those that are far and those that are home. There are only the eternal leaves. They will be there as you walk down the street at home with a satisfying crunch under your feet. They will fall and change in color in the land that bellows with magical snow. It's never been about where you are, but understanding that it's the same place you left.
Even in the places where the leaves are sparse or none can be found you find a sprout of something trying. Cause everything and everyone is. Trying, trying to find their place, but wouldn't it be wild if that place is where you are standing now? Isn't the sky the same wherever you are? Isn't the stars the same constellations that exploded in your youth.
Seasons or not, when the winds change, they change everywhere. Somewhere in that wind someone is laughing, dying, crying, but ultimately trying. Have you noticed the eternal leaves at all? Floating by you everyday. From the bottom of our toes to the tips of our hair. The kisses in autumn and the tears of lonely winters. They are the recollections of our home, dancing with us wherever we stand. Exactly where we belong.