i get excited about the change of seasons.
because when it’s summer I long for autumn and in winter I wish for spring. I am never satisfied with the way things are at the moment. maybe it flows in my veins together with the blood that rushes to my face everytime my heart sees you and shows what my lips could never speak but by brain always knows.
that everywhere I go your footsteps follow me like a thief I might kill in the next dark corner, simply to understand that it’s all in my brain and none. of. it. was. ever. real.










