septmeber

Sometimes the air feels like concrete Weighing my lungs down and filling my veins with stone The world can move so slowly when this happens Every moment an eternity to reflect Inner thoughts become fogged over And the hearts feeling impossible to decipher Once a year I can breathe freely The fall brings a dull environment that comforts the nerves I don’t know why the breath of dying trees and rainy days blankets me But there is no other sensation like it Feeling my lungs drain the density of life