Emilia L

My writing is like colorful autumn leaves whipping around in the crisp air. At the beginning of the season all are alike, attached to the same single tree. As time continues one by one, bright and individual ideas drift off on their own. As the red, yellow, orange, and green leaves descend to the earth a beautiful picture is created, each leaf having a part in the finished product. At first the ideas in my mind are all connected and seem to be similar like the leaves of a tree, then glide on their own becoming distinct actions and memories. These leaves make their way to the ground, forming together, constructing the final creation, like pieces falling into place.