all that you rely on, and all that you can save, will leave you the morning, come find you in the day.

Fall is always the slowest.

I sit in classes trying to let my brain adjust to the strange concept of educational binds, the questions about meaning and purpose, and the darkness of the rain.

I miss people and shorts and orange skin.

I dream about reunions and plead internet networking to ease my pain.

Occasionally i will feel the sun before it slips away and I wish to slip away with it.

I search for methods to cope while I wait for the return of life to the ground and trees and sky. While I wait for the cold to leave the crevices of my body.

While I wait for you to be home.