fallen leaves

your hair brown, eyes are blue,
shorter height, 20-something young woman.
nothing striking, you're easy to look past, over, around.
you go unnoticed in crowds, maybe that's why it's so easy to slip through them.
you go unnoticed in rooms, familiar faces don't seem to see you.
you fade into the background,
like the falling leaves as they slowly turn to brown and drift to the ground.
they'll soon be underfoot, as insignificant as the bugs that crawl underneath them.
the cold begins to take over, frosting the grass crunchy in the mornings, breath condensates in mid-air like a smoke cloud.
meanwhile, those forgotten leaves once green and living, once full of vibrant colors, decay into the earth.

this is the season of fall, that everyone supposedly loves for its crisp mornings and cooler weather. the season that you despise because of the slow decline of life, the air that holds no potential. the days are shorter and the sun is gone for longer, vegetation dies off, trees lose their leaves, animals go into hibernation. and the world around you seems a little more empty.