Autumn is always so lovely. I can't stop looking at the window.
The sunlight bleaching the leaves a golden skin but you still get that catch of fresh wind to wrap you up inside you're coat. I love it as it's the most sentimental,nostalgic and cinematic time of the year. Except i feel i just look at as an observer. I was watching 'You've got Mail" for casual fun (plus its set in this season!) and Meg Ryan says a line something like how "lots of things in my life remind of a book but should it not be the other way round." That struck me for something that i somewhat go through. I look and love but don't live enough. Maybe i do but i am to selfish to realise it. Having a Poetic life is just the thing crave most for the future now. I know it may not be what may come, but i'll try. Just wish i did not have to do it all in my head.