Every October it becomes important, no, necessary to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded by leaves turning;

Leaves, Lloyd Schwartz 

Autumn Love~ An Original Poem

the moon's ethereal but a haunting sight today.

—september three, twenty twenty three

you have completely infiltrated my mind. you are on it constantly. i am utterly obsessed with you. i love our talks. our calls. our goofiness. our cuddles. our kisses. our sex. i love your touch. holding your hand. your drive. your passion. your talent. your scent. your laugh. your eyes. your smile. i love every second i am with you and the only thing i don't love is that i am not currently with you.

when your hand

reaches my waist for the first time

pulling me closer to you

and our skin touches

and i could hear nothing but your breath

and i could see nothing but your eye

you hypnotize me

and suddenly i feel like i am weightless

and i burst

and i’m high

and suddenly without realizing it

i am up in cloud nine

- your charm blinds me

fading away has never been so sweet

One could have even been able to walk trough me, for I was the mere ghost of someone so unknown to myself.

And I tried, perhaps too hard, to fill me up with something — everything — yet, there must have been a hole in me, too big, a leak somewhere: I could never seem to hold onto anything; this too has had to be the reason why no one was ever able to hold onto to me.

the oppressive heat of a dying summer,

cows lazily grazing,

the fields passing by the train window,

my tshirt sticking to my back,

a bottle of water and crisps in my bag,

towels hanging,

clothes just drying,

mountains all green

and countryside welcome me home

as i leave behind the city,

the regular commuters with their

phone calls, their emails and their business meetings.

and i leave behind the scorching footpath,

the love of my life

for a lonelier, smaller existence in the shadow of a couple dozen trees

Pat and Pran's love through the seasons

Lang Leav, A Fairy Tale insp.

       A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling        Blackbirds and the sun of October                       Summery                On the hill’s shoulder, Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly Come in the morning where I wandered and listened                To the rain wringing                       Wind blow cold         In the wood faraway under me.

-- from “Poem in October” by Dylan Thomas

love it when i'm in the middle of a task and realise i really can't be bothered to finish it

to fall in love with the Sun in the mist of fall

fall is the season of gloomy skies and the beautiful, non-stop rains, the days that are getting colder and darker in each 24 hour set, the mist and the thick layers of fog. the crunches of the fallen leaves that reminds you of a slow death, but also the unexpected sunny and warm days. you don't usually realize the beauty and importance of the Sun during summer or spring since it is pretty common in those seasons, however you do realize how much you miss the Sun after one sudden sight of a sunny day during continuous days of gloom and darkness in autumn. you fall in love with the Sun and it comes around quite unexpectedly and when it does it gives you all of its warmth and love, but then again goes into hiding. The longing for the Sun during autumn is pretty harsh since the time you can see it again properly is only spring and summer. Just like how you slowly fall in love with someone on their unexpected and inconsistent highs that leaves you longing for more, but you can't have time since the timing's wrong, no matter how right the person is.

This is me being a hater but miss Swift wants what The Crane Wives and Emilie Autumn and like literally any artist who genuinely dabbles in folklore have

if we were cats, you would be the love of my nine lives <33

Reel me in with your make-believes and drown me in your pool of lies. I hate that I love your sinful lullabies so much I am willing to die for it.