The Season of Letting Go

I adore silent and serene places. Where there’s no noise, no havoc, nothing but peace. Where I can hold your hand and step into your embrace and take you beyond out of the skin. This is a place, where we connect with the universe. Wind of such place gives you a love letter written by the particles of soil ingrained in shattered pieces of cloud, that invisibly caress your face and take you out of the world – the world of souls, a world where reality exists clothed in purified beauty. Place the air of which make you fly without need of any wings and you gently ascend to the zenith, leaving behind all the celestial bodies you once adored to the fullest. A place that take away all the burden, letting you free. A place just like those told in fairy tales, magical and calm.

( Image by the author)

Summer is careless, it doesn’t tell you what to do.

Summer is cacophonous, it wakes all the sounds.

Summer is deceptive, it gives then takes the whole.

Summer will make you dance, and fall, and like a cheeky coquette, will sweep you off the floor then laugh, laugh, and the laughter at the back of your head tunring sobs.

“Is that all? I want to dance more.”

But as you say it, you find out you’re at the fall season, the season of letting go.