Dusky October Thoughts

  • You can’t hear the blaring train horn during the day but at night it pierces through the quiet air.

    • When I was younger, I thought love made me brave. That I would be ready for it when it arrives. But on an ordinary day like today, I don’t see myself taking on such a behemoth.

 

    • Do your (country’s) TV shows reflect the way you speak in real life?

 

    • For every stage of my life, the kind of love I give (bestow? heap upon?)  evolves.

 

  • Warm October nights: summer has overstayed her welcome. The discomfort sticks to you like sweat on your skin as you toss and turn in bed.  It clings like a stubborn lover who refuses to admit the end. Or it’s climate change.

 

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