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.