autumn. i love it. the temperature drops, the wind picks up.

the wind. sometimes it can be so cold it feels like it cuts straight through you - and that's why i like it. because it makes me feel alive - no, it screams at me that i'm alive, slices through me - and that's what i love. because everything that is normal kills me.. with normalcy comes a lack of surprises. it's like knowing the secrets to every magic trick in the world; we see them, try to figure them out, but (maybe not so) deep down inside we really don't want to know the secret, because we like to be surprised each time.

once you know all the secrets, what's left to be discovered?