my world for now is nothing but an incandescent shimmer on the edge of reality. i feel like crying for no particular reason, or perhaps for a lot of particular reasons combined, and I can't quite grasp what they may be. and what may i be? the rain is my downfall. it's not three, but I want my tea. dreaming in yesterday's wake, when everything becomes perfect, all i find is absurd longing. standing on the threshold of goodbye and tomorrow makes me miss the today that never comes. and the beautiful yesterday's that weren't so special until they had gone. closer every second to the end. as a bleak reminder, October breaks my heart.