dozing off inside a summer’s sunny world is heaven.
it makes me wonder why fall is my favourite season.
maybe it’s melancholy feels familiar
and the summer feels too good
Maybe i’m afraid of goodbyes
and in love with things i am afraid of?
if i were a better man i would say i am simply afraid of things becoming too good,
but a part of me knows
that autumn isn’t about the melancholy
it’s about healing from it.


















