Liquid Gold









Autumn is my favorite season. In a way, it feels like a new beginning. Like something of great importance will happen. Something that’s life changing. Something deep and meaningful. Like Summer is for fun, temporary people and short-term affairs, Autumn is for building something that will last more than a season. It’s like Summer is glitter and Autumn is liquid gold.

I just hope I will find the time to enjoy my ‘liquid gold’ because the next few months are shaping up to be super busy for me and the only alone time I will have will be on my way to wherever places I need to be. Before, I was bothered that it takes me almost an hour to get to school but now it’s more like a blessing. That’ll be the time to daydream and listen to music- two things I can’t live without. That’s how I recharge, that’s how I function, that’s how I breath. I feed on my own imagination with especially selected soundtracks.

I wish I could write about it. About everything that goes through my head. About the people that occupy my thoughts, about the moments that haunt me, about my secret wishes, about my past, about last night, about my dream job, about that one girl that broke my heart, about all the things that were left unsaid… Boy, this post turned dark very quickly! I think sometimes I sound like I’m depressed or something. As if it’s all drama with me. Well, it’s not. I’m just… extra human.

And maybe I will write about all those things one day but not today. It just doesn’t go with my outfit   *hair flip*   😀

Gotta go!








6 thoughts on “Liquid Gold

  1. Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves.
    Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze.

    Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of trees.
    Now tell me all the secrets you’ve whispered to the seas.

    Sleep with me, Autumn, beneath your starlit skies.
    Let your yellow harvest moon shimmer in our eyes.

    Kiss me, Autumn, with your enchanting spellbound ways
    That changes all you touch into crimson golden days.

    Love me, Autumn, and behold this love so true
    That I’ll be waiting faithfully each year to be with you.

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