On a silent evening,as she took a stroll around the street,she wondered what it meant.What it meant to fall in love,out of love.And how much must one suffer before they completely conquer the hovering past.The warm sun rays finally found its way to her face,after stumbling between her unkempt hair.

She knew that those lessons too will find its way to her.After many tanglings and untanglings.Somehow.The cicadas started chirping a little earlier that day.

As leaves fall. || On a silent evening.