"But you missed the smell of fall."
I didn't miss it, I just had to look for it. Sometimes just waiting for it to come to you or hoping to stumble upon it simply isn't good enough. The smell of fall. Decaying in preparation for newness, rustling before stillness.
You're on my mind as I'm picking the scabs from two nights ago. It's a bad habit. And I can't stop dreaming of close encounters with death. I'm afraid that the south is killing my passion. So that's me, I always liked to walk in the rain.
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"Does it touch you when the rain begins to fall? Oh, I don't wanna know, and I don't wanna see another rainy day without you next to me" - billy joel
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