There is a magic about autumn that makes me fall for melancholia of the crispy leaves, golden lights, early moons and the smell of rain. Sometimes i feel like i became a leaf myself and every little breeze takes me away.
I visited the forest of my village with my sisters. It's beautiful isn't it?
I feel refreshed now. I even thought i was happy there. I always feel happy in the nature but also melancholic. Bittersweet feelings but i love them. I feel like i'm in love with my own melancholia and i never want to lose it. I'm scared if the medicine i must take will take it away from me. It supposed to.
What is over the rainbow? I don't know, maybe i don't want to know.