Running

I'm always running. In a way that transcends physical boundaries.What I'm running from: I'm not sure. Can't stop though.

Future Career.

I've decided that once I graduate high school I'll go to college and work towards my goal of becoming Autumn. Yes Autumn the season. I will be the blowing winds. The falling rain, warm and cold. The crunch of leaves. The need for sweaters.The color orange. The Greek letter Delta: change. The echoing woods. The well worn path.
The fattened squirrels.

Yes I shall become the season of Autumn. Scoff all you wish, tsk all you want; I'm a man whose bones are made of tall-tales, whose skin is woven of fables, and whose heart pumps legends instead of blood. Why can I not transcend these human limitations to become a legendary idea of a man?

So ye who say me nay, ye shall not that mindset mantain. I will keep running with the wind until I become it. I will keep leaping from the trees and skies with the leaves and rain. I will keep wearing sweaters. I will multiply my creativity to rival even that of oranges. I will keep promoting change and transition so that you never fall into a rut. I will silence my own voice to invite yours. I will keep guiding you home. I will keep eating.

I. Am. Autumn.

-The Goat and the Sea. 

     a.k.a. Autumn.