As the leaves leave there place at the tips of the tree you begin to wonder if that is like me sometimes you wish you could just break free and be a leaf that sores in to a place that becomes a mystery a place for everyone were they all fit in a place that makes us happy and dream on until the end,
i no this cannot be true because as i see i am not a leaf and never will be,
this is why i am stuck in this place a place of hatred and no self worth a place of guilt and hurt so in my dreams i dream of the tree the tree with so many leaves and i believe that one day one of them will be me.
