Behind Infinity

October is my favorite month of all, I’ve recently realized. I love September November, and December, but I love October most.
And now it is almost gone already. It makes me feel quite melancholy.

Everything is threatening to change. But it’s also threatening to remain the same. I can’t decide which prospect is more disturbing. It will be what it will be, I suppose.

I walk even in the rain because i don’t mind getting wet. it’s just water.

Remnants of sunshine from yesterday. Today was blah. No sunrise, no sunshine, no sunset. Just grey.