i still have a hope that you'll come back the way i want you to.

you are wonderful.
i was very correct.
you are such a wonderful person and i cant get enough of you.
you are on my mind 25/8
i love you so much, lover boy

Autumn.
The season where everything dies, a death filled with beauty
The season in which the birds fly south in hopes of escaping the freezing grasp of winter.
The season in which the bugs begin to prepare themselves for a long sleep.
The season where most families come together.
The season of Halloween, the season of thanksgiving.
The season that smells like pumpkin spice lattes.
The season that radiates yellows and warm oranges.
The season in which people start to ready their winter layers like a dog shedding its summer coat.
The season in which is some places snows.
The season that is causes the leaves to fade from green to oranges and reds.
The season that causes the ground to become crisp with dried leaves.
The season that allows sweaters to be worn.
The season that is my favorite.
The season that is so beautiful
Autumn is the season of my happiness.

The noise of the cars,
The noise of the wind
The noise of the water
The noise of the stars
The noise of people
The noise of a mouse
The noise of fingers clicking a keyboard
The noise of the flip of a page
The noise of crickets
The noise of laughter
The noise of crying
The noise of happiness
The noise of sadness
The noise of fear
The noise of whispers
The noise of an old door opening
The noise of the click clack of heels down a hall
The noise of screams
The noise of yells
The noise of abandonment
The noise of a pin falling to the ground
The noise the noise the noise the noise the noise.
Sometimes the noise may be suffocating.
Sometimes the noise can make you feel as if you were floating.
Sometimes you block out the noise.
Sometimes you try to hear the noise when nothing is there.
The noise of i love you.
The noise of i hate you.
The noise of are you okay?
The noise of you'll be okay.
All three of these noises can stur intense sounds.
Whether that be the suffocating sound of sadness.
Or the float-like sound of happiness.
Everything has a sound.
Everything makes noise.
A lot of people are just too deaf to hear it.