let 'em go

fighting words.

they spill from my mouth, rattle in the air that's so warm i can hardly breathe. i refuse to let them go. i refuse to just...be still. water trickles down from the pipe, flowing gently to the valley, and i reel at the sound of it.

i'm a summer tree

i grow fast and strong and i stretch every leaf to touch the sun.

but then, even summer trees wither for the winter. they too must bow their heads beneath the stillness, beneath what they must become.

i cannot just die, my soul explodes.

this summer will die. she will go warmly, burning everything to auburn and gold.

but you, fierce little tree.

you shall be under your God.

so be still.

you shall see another summer.

♥

xx 

i hate to let 'em go.