Raking leaves

(Just thoughts i had when raking leaves)

Yesterday i was mowing the lawn and came to the thought again that most of the backyard isnt even grass, its moss. Its like giving a haircut to a balding man. Its pretty amazing tho, ive never seen that much moss in one place, if you exclude the forrest. I think about the moss quite alot because i remember learning in school that you cannot take others moss without their permission. So im pretty rich hahah. 

Now, the fall has come and the leaves are falling (any1 know whats the difference in leaves and leafs? Or is leaves just the plural of a leaf). I cant lie i love raking the leaves, its like a break from the brainrotting world, and people. I can just be in my own thoughts. The leaves make me think about my mother tho. Ontop they're beautiful, colorful and all, but underneath they're black, muddy and dirty. Just like my mother, innocent to everyone, but inside she's rotten. 

A wind came and a stick fell infront of me. Could've easily hit me in the head. For a moment i looked up and tried to think that what it means, like in movies when they find a meaning to everything, but i couldn't find a meaningfull reason. And maybe that's the whole point. 

I live in a semi-detached house. One big house but its put in half, you know the drill. Anyways there hasn't been anyone living on the other side for atleast two years. Its kind of living next to a corpse, its supposed to be full of love, soul and laughter, but there it just lays alone and dead.

The some time a bird kept watching me. I dont know what kind it was, but it had orange on it. Sometimes i get lonely but then i remember how much life surrounds me.