What a big tree life is!! With all the colors and the gaiety. But sometimes, we have to make sacrifices, leaving all the beauty behind to find ours. And that is when we are falling- Like autumn leaves; letting go on purpose, feeling sad about leaving our other half, an important part of us, and allowing the wind to take us, to help us stop gripping the branch. The love we feel as we suspend mid air, stomach flipping, glancing around whilst giddy and dizzy. Yet we know our colors are changing; we're being golden, we're Falling in love with freedom, the gush of the wind thinking that we're flying rather than falling.... Then, reality hits, you're falling slow yet still twirling, you remember you're going to the ground. And the drift isn't peaceful anymore. We're Falling apart, making ourselves brittle, worth shattering awaiting the world's feet that would walk us over, but even shattered as we are, make the prettiest crunch underfoot. It's not about falling like autumn leaves, it's not falling in love, it's not falling apart; it's failing to see the reason behind the fall. It's a season that says; YOU CAN'T HAVE THE COLOR WITHOUT LETTING GO....