The leaves fell and temperatures dipped 20 degrees overnight. Fall. A season in flux. The weather’s nice, albeit confusing;bit of sun and it’s sweltering hot, patch of shade and it’s shivery-cool.
I’m so basic, I’m getting the pumpkin spice coffee. I’m so basic. The girl in front of me says this four times to her friends while we’re all getting coffee. She is–and I look up to see just who is just so basic–decked out in basic fall dress, basic orange scarf and basic boots and all. Oranges, yellows. Except it’s grey and murky outside today.
The cold make me nostalgic. Tunnels me into a tube of miss, insomnia and memory woven together. Heavy rope. Haven’t felt this way in a while. It’s familiar, muted. Nowadays, when I can’t sleep, in lieu of curling up angrily around air, I’ll send out the insomniac’s frustrated 3 AM snap: I can’t sleep, and the streets are so loud.
coolpeppermint 
The last sentence- I loved it. It was unexpected and impactful, like a punch, but in a good way. You always seem to do that in your writing, pack great punches, that is. And in a sentence, you managed -at least to me- to encompass a whole state of mind 🙂
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thanks so much! for the read and comment ^_^
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You’re welcome ^^ Reading your blog is something I always look forward to 🙂
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What time did you sleep? 🙂
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