Flavour of the Week.

Is it okay to be scared? Shaking scared in broad daylight, unsure of what's behind you, and what to trust. Uncomfortable in your own skin. When did the unknown go from exciting to scary? Scary is exciting, right? But exciting isn't always scary. You know the feeling. Where you can feel your heart pounding inside your chest, and you're so glad your ribcage keeps it safe or it just might jump away. When your knees get weak and you want someone to hold your hand, and you want to jump out of reality into your dreams. But even then, they might be nightmares. The only difference is the flavour of anticipation. Sweet or bitter. Where do the lines in between get blurry?

Sometimes things aren't so clear.

The Desperate Colours of Fall.

Anticipation makes things sweeter, like putting spoonfuls of sugar into a cups of tea, but if you have no tea to begin with, you're just building up to disappointment. Does that make sense? But disappointment helps us define our highs and lows. You can't know the good without knowing the bad. Or else you'll never know the difference. Clocks seem to be defining days, rather than events. Waiting for feelings and confessions and changes and days and people.

I'm waiting for that day that feels like hearing your new favourite song.

It's not love at first sight, but something like that.

If you can decode this, you deserve a scouts badge.

Pockets.

Plastic girls and cardboard boys. Girls made up with their cotton candy thoughts and cherry lips and emphasis on the eyes. Boys cut out to be exactly what you expect, one dimensional. Girls with painted on skin tones and perfect hair and critical words coming out of their bubble gum mouths full of air and sugar, absolutely nothing. Boys that add up to be nothing more than meets the eye. Hair and skin and a face, nothing running more than skin deep. There's no more to them. Cardboard. Ignorant pawns of society. Girls with airy Hollywood dreams, going nowhere. Boys chasing the girls, following them on their journey to nowhere. Happily ever after exactly where they started. Where is this going?

Somewhere are the girls with light in their eyes, shapes to their thoughts, and eloquence in their hand, with feelings on their lips. Where's the boy with his eyes to the sky and his heart on his sleeve and his hands in his pockets? When do the puzzle pieces come together? When does anything start to make sense?

These thoughts haven't been organized very well.

I apologize for the organized chaos.