i was staring up at a tree, one who had lost all its leaves. i was looking and watching, mesmerized at the branches against the fading sky while they danced for me. i stood in the middle of the street, motionless as cars drove by slowly, wondering what could possible craze a soul enough. i looked for any leaves still clinging on, still wanting nourishment from something that cut it off because it couldnt support all that life. i found a single leaf – dead, stuck. it reminded me of something a friend once said to me. they took me to a tree and pointed to a plastic bag moving in the wind, trapped within branches and told me thats how they felt at their current moment in life. together, we set the bag free.