Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars. - Nikita Gill

Remember what you must do
when they undervalue you,
when they think
your softness is your weakness,
when they treat your kindness
like it is their advantage.

You awaken
every dragon,
every wolf,
every monster
that sleeps inside of you
and you remind them
what hell looks like
when it wears the skin
of a gentle human.

This is what youth is. The sheer belief that you will be able to keep every promise you made to someone else. That you will be able to love someone into forever when you do not even understand what forever means.

As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.