when i come around

it smells like dead leaves outside.

regardless of this, the cicadas continue to sing. their little and yet intense eeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEE noise fills the air outside my window with a ceratin urgency, a desperate kind of longing. it's like those ugly little bugs are trying to warn me about something. i'm not sure what.

and the smell of dead leaves continues to permeate the air.