November is a harsh, yet beautiful month. The autumn leaves fall with the same fleeting grace as your last hope for salvation. However, their falling dance is so lovely and enchanting that you almost forget the torments of your mind. Yet, with each step, you crush the leaves beneath your feet—a reminder of the fallen hopes that couldn’t survive the search for the next brighter path.
Hope is a dangerous thing for people like us. People who’ll starve their mind to death only to feel the faintest glimmer of a spark. With every step, you hear the crumbles of forgotten dreams and shadows of past lives you left behind. The last warm breeze against your cheeks carries a melancholy wish you once dared to chase, but now you remember only as you crush the fallen autumn leaves. Preparing to welcome the winter—you wrap your heart in an ice armor, to protect it through the coldest times.
The air grows colder, the daylight dimmer, the movies get sadder, and the books darker. Where you once felt safe, now feels like needles are scratching only the surface of what is yet to come. As the darker season approaches, what once felt like home, now feels like a dance of uncertainty. You listen to its echoes crashing your beliefs.
November whispers that what you once loved in the light must also be desired in the dark. Can you hold on to all the circles of love that November brings? The fleeting desire, the unconditional warmth, the torment of disappointment, the labyrinth of desperation, the strength to preserve what is so fragile? Can you love with the passion of Solomon’s song, where every moment burns bright, consuming all your mind, breaking it into pieces only to piece them back together?
November arrives as the silent keeper of dreams past—hopes crashed, desire burned, and love curved. Holding on to ruins nostalgic, only to build something beautiful from a mind shattered. November is a driving test, sailing your hopes through waters deep, to see if your heart dares to believe—even in defeat.
Can you love and hope in the dark?
Hope is just a timid friend false and hypocrite
Beautiful work. You catch the November feels perfectly..