just retreat itself

it's beginning to feel like autumn. at least through my humble eyes.

the sun is now a ticking clock and i leave the office and it is dark outside.

the nights are cooler. the days glimmer less and less.

another soaked season ends and silence is in the horizon.

and as the world keeps turning, i fail to see the leaves change.

they are like bears in this restless city,

alive one day. curled up in hibernation the next.

there is no sign of retreat. just retreat itself.

- is