Autumn

I am a new improved version of me, but I'm nothing but bones, a lovely ghost between darkness and light. Each piece of me dies because Autumn indicates the death of beauty as we know.
Falling leaves with gold, red and maybe some green (amazing colours) under my empty and frozen soul.
Exposed to the fog and rain, I feel my grief stricken heart still burn.
With my mind I see darkness and misery, but with my heart I see a kingdom for myself, where I wander free in my moments of solitude, where I feel so insane and kick all my fears.
Falling leaves lie on the ground....it looks like paradise is near.

Autumn's arrived.