With every misstep, we have reached the Autumnal Equinox. The atmosphere barely resembles the sky. Thoughts reeling from left to right, the scale displays our disproportionate burdens. Will the rain ever feel the same? Another misstep. Slipping over the ledge, I close my eyes, falling away.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones