Fall was sitting in my soul.

Fall was sitting in my soul. He gave up and blew light and light on it. Leaves of lice, golden flowers, colorful and fragrant petals, that brought the autumn back to my heart and my life. Among the lush, floating leaves floating in the sun, floating thoughts and feelings and emotions. It's so good when they have a company.

She feels so enjoyable. I manage to set my priorities just looking closely at the whole show in my soul. He seems to have somehow lived and danced and danced and humming and humming in a stunning rhythm without seemingly tired. I feel like I have not felt it for a while. Easy, sublime, delicate. I feel emotions, feel hesitations, feel warmth and kindness. I have forgotten how many feelings can hide a soul. How many experiences, how many thoughts, how many words do not. I forgot that he needed a moment of his, to feel pampered, forgot that he needed care, comfort, warmth to be able to blossom nice.

For too long, this care I gave to others. For too long, my priorities have been different. For too long I left my soul in the care of no one, I abandoned it, I forgot it, and I wondered how I suffered, why I was crying, why I was struggling to understand things incomprehensible. I have only now understood that the soul needs a moment of it, needs tears like arid soil, needs to be cleansed, free of negative thoughts, feelings, destructive emotions.

The autumn lay in my heart and reminded me how good she feels, how well she sees, how perfect it is when the soul floats slightly, happily happily, babysit like a baby. The autumn was seated, and it suddenly became light. My soul knew the hope. And he is so happy, so graceful, so beautiful that his dance wakes me up. And I want music never to stop.