Im missing the fall
This journal is magic. Whenever I feel like I'm too far away from home or too far away from where I need to be, I end up here, verbalizing my exsistance trying to make sense of whatever is going on.
it's not his fault that my interest un-attached falls aimlessly on a phone that doesn't ring and a door that never opens.
The season is wearing on me. The heat never gives up, and the streets are empty. Life seems dull and boring.
I miss the promise in fall.
it's not his fault that my interest un-attached falls aimlessly on a phone that doesn't ring and a door that never opens.
The season is wearing on me. The heat never gives up, and the streets are empty. Life seems dull and boring.
I miss the promise in fall.