Gray skies and wonderful icy blue eyes
The trees are turning red and yellow and perfect orange hair
The bears and I are fattening up for winter
I've been eating almost constantly for the past week
I wonder if it's anxiety about being forced to do things almost always
Or knowing that I've never be an entemologist
Or knowing that I'll never be a mom because I'm incredibly unlovable
But I do know that right now
Is absolutely not the worst part of my life
That's passed (probably)