visions of disaster

I love fall. Well, not quite accurate. I love and hate it at the same time. I love these days where I watch the sun set and it looks amazing against the clouds, and when a cool wind blows leaves off of trees as I walk through a park alone. But there’s only so much to be said for death and being alone. The coming winter doesn’t frighten me, it just looks bleak. There’s another two weeks or so before all of the leaves are off of the trees. For these two weeks there is still all of this beauty, but after that who knows. I guess winter has its own sort of appeal. I used to love it, before I realized that here they don’t close the schools and you can’t go sledding.

But, fuck it. Generally the farther I look into the future the worse things look, so at this point I don’t really care that in two weeks everything will be dead. For now there’s still vibrance and a fucking orgasmic view of the trees. These days are all right, if you ignore the death.

background noise: “Haemoglobin” Placebo

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