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
Copyright © Scott Gallegos | Year Posted 2025
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