CAN YOU QUIT YELLING?!?! It’s the Fall on the way. Fall is one of those seasons, I mourn the past. I think. I don’t know what it is, less sunlight? It’s barely noticeable. It isn’t noticeable. It’s subconsciously.
It makes me want to breathe the fresh air. I do breath the fresh air every day, but I mean it makes me WANT to breathe. Hard to explain, but it makes me consider quitting cigarettes to enhance it.
Make me want to get lost in an unusual place. You know what I mean. On a desolate highway, forest, not desert, at a store that looks to be built in the 1940’s, broken or turned off gas pumps, dirty sand, abandoned buildings falling apart that make you contemplate who was here when this was brand new? What was it like? It all seems trapped in the 1970’s. On an adventure by yourself. Contemplating everything you ever knew and everyone, good, bad, gone, somewhere else and all of it is far away in that moment. They have no idea you are experiencing what you are. Feeling what you’re feeling, they probably don’t care.
That’s fall. It’s not sadness, it’s something else. It makes me feel like the 1970’s, when a similar scenario would make me feel like I was in a place from the 1950’s.
