inspiration, of the melodramatic sort
a friend of mine (asillia), posted "Autumn is looove" a while back.
I just read it now, and got struck with the strong urge to write this little thing, which came out suprisingly good, considering how I normally write creatively. (note: I honestly don't like autumn all that much, and hate winter, but this is WAY more than I feel about it, I really just take things as they come.)
"Autumn, bah. You know what Autumn is? Autumn is the time when trees become skeletons in the night, nights get longer and colder, days get shorter and colder, fall pollens fill the air and make my nose stuff up. Autumn tells us that Winter is just around the corner, with horrible driving conditions, snow, ice, constant clouds and dreary moods. Autumn is the dying before the death, the slow decline into the dark, cold, long months that follow. Autumn is not love."
impressive, eh? i mean, for me?
I just read it now, and got struck with the strong urge to write this little thing, which came out suprisingly good, considering how I normally write creatively. (note: I honestly don't like autumn all that much, and hate winter, but this is WAY more than I feel about it, I really just take things as they come.)
"Autumn, bah. You know what Autumn is? Autumn is the time when trees become skeletons in the night, nights get longer and colder, days get shorter and colder, fall pollens fill the air and make my nose stuff up. Autumn tells us that Winter is just around the corner, with horrible driving conditions, snow, ice, constant clouds and dreary moods. Autumn is the dying before the death, the slow decline into the dark, cold, long months that follow. Autumn is not love."
impressive, eh? i mean, for me?