Everything changes. Every single thing on this earth changes every second. Sometimes the changes are so subtle you don’t even notice them. Other times they make themselves known like the color of the leaves when Fall comes. So obvious that you’d be a fool to pretend you couldn’t see them.
The season of Death floats in and out and through all other seasons. It brings with it the greatest of changes, so close and in front of you that it’s blinding and all you can see or think about. Everything else gets filtered through that lens of pain and loss.
Every leaf that falls, thunders in your ear. Every raindrop drowns. The sun feels scorching on your face. Banana’s taste like chalk. Tears water the planet.
This season of Death has been long and has left holes where they once were. Energetic voids.
There wasn’t enough time. There is never enough time. The seasons change so quickly.