this is perhaps the last thing i will write

this is my final blog post before i leave and totally disconnect myself from the digital world, ya hell it is gonna kill us ... but hey it is worth the A levels.... So before i finally go i must do what i usually do . leave with a poem. 

The leaves are turning 

and the colours fade along their spine 

the green then the brown 

i fall into the river and 

Float along my 

bow and see myself 

reflecting reflecting a hundred colours

I am not a product of my own doing 

Only a leaf, the branch that holds me up 

the trunk that keeps the branch up

and the roots that keep us all, 

from falling. keep me from 

falling. Love will keep me from falling.