Lost Colours of Autumn

You know when you don't realise you've fallen asleep until you wake up? Ah, well. Of course you do. Lately I've started falling asleep on my (very long) way to school, though. I fall asleep on the bus, sleep through the ride on the subway and the fifteen long walk from the station and wake up somewhere in the vicinity of my locker in school. Maybe I'm meditating. Perhaps your mind knows when you don't need it (perhaps you're schizo, freak).



I do wish I had more time to spend outdoors (my camera does too). Autumn is everyone's favourite season (except when there's a fire drill and it's pouring down outside like you won't believe).

Instead I spend my waking hours in my room, with only my history or psychology book and Chopin or Mendelssohn to keep me company.


My mentor tells me I should be sixteen sometimes, never forget it. I tell him I'm bloody well seventeen and won't take my chances.



I find my peace, though, in reading beautiful words, some of which I thought I'd share.