i love, love, love autumn.
don't you? it's the most aggressively poetic time of the year. when leaves catch fire with ruby red and mango sherbet dripping off the tips. if i could open my mouth and let it fall in coating the insides with molasses as it burns my tongue.
california is here soon. which means something or nothing or everything. i'm taking my angry feelings with me on the road. my family is nice, but they're there because they're my family. they kind of fill the air but i don't take anything from it. it does not invoke any type of feelings. i love, but it's more like, automatic love. obligation love.
i am so cold.
this is why i need my autumn.