The trouble with autumn

[moonlightjoy]

I walked home this evening in the lamp and twilit darkness. Hands in my pockets, jacket zipped up to my chin. Leaves were crunching at my feet as I kept pace with Tori Amos. Air, cold and thin, sneaking past cilia to chill the back of my throat. There was a sadness in the air clutching steadily at my stomach, scratching, poking, tearing at my

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[50ft_eyesores]

I enjoyed that.

[moonlightjoy]

Thanks, Stu :)... I enjoyed writing it.

[orfanchilde]

That's funny, I've been crying to Tori Amos, cherries from France.........my life is nothing, or is it just the feeling of personal disintegration which forces me to challenge my self with sadness?