october
reality slips from my grasp and stops weighing me down. i am euphoric, i am the crisp air and the seven-pm sunsets. there are no trees here but the city is all terracotta and orange anyways, and so you light my lungs ablaze. mania, tears that i dont't realise it'm letting go. i want to be kissed senseless. i want to be left for dead.
i dress up in clothes that arent't warm enough and go see a movie. i return home to an empty room. you are so full of life and i am so utterly removed from all of it.