Crunching of leaves under my feet while I walk through the path of life, I feel as though I've died a thousand times but bloomed every spring with the flowers hoping to start fresh like the beauty of nature. The ressurection of my soul dug up from the depth of the earth after a deep frost and solidifying my fate as a new born adult. Free from sorrow and greif ready for a new journey, for a new hurt to come along and break me, crushing me into oblivion until I'm the ashes of who I used to be. Free from heart break and family ache that has ripped me to shreds for too long. I am the leaves free from restraints, falling into a new path and a new existance giving way to a new string of life and beauty.