The borderline between dirty summer and beautiful fall.
Summer is drowning in its last days. In the beginning of it, I didn't know I was going to hold onto lonesome like an old teddy bear. My heart was broken...for the better. I had my first taste of college and maybe the upcoming quarter will bless me with a friend and motivation. At the end of summer, my high school sweetheart and I found our way into each other's arms once again.
Fall is starting to bloom like a flower just reaching out of the cracks of an exhausted sidewalk. It teases me from time to time with its cold morning breaths that wake me up, but then it hibernates during the day behind the sun. I can almost feel the leather embracing my skin, and taste the cigarette smoke of a perfect chilly afternoon.
I look forward to classes...from international film to another year of English. Hot chocolate and coffee, to music that lulls me to sleep in the pitch black of an early evening. I want to spend many nights lounging under the glow of candles as stories flow from my veins onto paper. I can see him and I wrapped up and cuddled together on his couch watching television or just falling asleep. I can also see the two of us walking hand-in-hand all bundled up in winter clothes towards nowhere in particular with no intention of ever looking back.
Beautiful fall.