it is what it is

the fall is here.

i used to be all upbeat inside, but tried to chill as much. now, im downbeat inside that i tried to be calm as possible. the same difference.

i wait for orange leaves and hay-burning smells.

all has come to a halt. i don't know if i have tried to stop or speed up this halting process. it's for good, and for (short) awhile i will really enjoy my post-halt self-exile hippie-hermit state.

the coolness of this september may be appreciated.

who knew all the jokes were real. may i speak less. as i am incapable of understanding other beings or things. you may only understand me if you disregard my opinion. i utter to fill the void.