with pine trees creeking and the raven's screeching
you can tell that autumn's here.
by the wind, by people's faces.
people are quieter.
i wonder if it's because they are sad about their crummy summer, how they wasted the days.
autumn reminds me of graveyards and railways. i don't know if it's the emptiness or the feeling and vision of a complete cold taking over my body, like a ghost. I think autumn is the season that gets you remembering. maybe that is why the smallest things make me cry.
autumn's almost here.
so find a sweater
and you'll feel better.
by the wind, by people's faces.
people are quieter.
i wonder if it's because they are sad about their crummy summer, how they wasted the days.
autumn reminds me of graveyards and railways. i don't know if it's the emptiness or the feeling and vision of a complete cold taking over my body, like a ghost. I think autumn is the season that gets you remembering. maybe that is why the smallest things make me cry.
autumn's almost here.
so find a sweater
and you'll feel better.