the smell of fall
I’m sick and all I can think of is how I want to curl up in bed at home, and read a book, or watch pointless TV. Eat some soup, or experience fall back home. Have the time to watch the leaves change. Have the time to think and sleep and enjoy. But life is in the way right now. Which is fine. But I don’t want to become bitter so soon, so fast. I want to enjoy this. I’ve got to come back to something that will make me enjoy this.