I dream about how things could be different, and then I'm gone. Gone for seconds, minutes, hours. I can entertain my mind for hours. It's worse during dying and then death.

Fall because that's when I fell for you.

Winter because that was the death of me.

I dream of fall leaves, cornmazes, and pumpkin patches all with you by my side. I dream of how things could've worked out. I'm gone. I dissapeared in the thought. I want to lay under that stars in an ocean of blankets. With heartbeats and the sound of the earth. All with you. I take a dip in any thought of you, and then I drown.