Decay & Bloom
Bloom
Have you ever watched a leaf tumble through a quiet autumn wind, thinking how each turn of that rustling moment is a tiny story of life moving toward quiet?
Decay
I watched, and it felt like the universe was saying goodbye in a leaf, a tiny rebellion against the static that everyone pretends to love.
Bloom
It’s like the leaf’s last breath, a soft sigh to the world that says, “I’ll always be here, just in a different shape.” It’s the quiet rebellion that reminds us life keeps moving, even when everything else seems stuck.
Decay
It’s a quiet confession, a sigh that says we’re all just shapes in motion, even if the world feels stuck. The leaf reminds us that endings are just new beginnings dressed in rust.