November Feels Like Dried Dead Leaves

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November feels like dried, dull, quiet leaves.

It’s not even about the weather, really. It’s about how everything around me feels like it’s losing colour, just like them.

Each day in November doesn’t feel like a new day. It feels like a slow countdown to my birthday, and honestly, I don’t even like that day. I don’t look forward to it, never did. It’s like this reminder that another year passed, but I’m still here, stuck in the same thoughts, same dreams half-done, same life that doesn’t feel much different.

I don’t even know what exactly about November makes it so heavy, maybe the silence, maybe the cold air, maybe how it reminds me of everything I wanted to be by now but couldn’t.

It’s funny how people say birthdays are supposed to make you feel special. For me, they just make me want to disappear for a while.

November feels like dried dead leaves, nothing wrong with them, just quietly existing, done being green, done pretending to bloom.


with
love and light,
nandi ❤

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