Afternoon now and I'm ambushed by déjà vu's courtesy this weather which reminds me of a very particular time which is windy autumn and how often I've been through this season in different places at different times.
This perhaps is my absolute favourite time of the year when it's sunny and cool, the breezes moody in their crispness altering between pleasant and sudden gusts of frigid waves.
Somehow it also leaves me feeling at odds with myself, pushing me in a constant contemplation stasis where I feel like a surgeon glaring at a slab of past and present, ready to tear into a post-mortem frenzy, tugging and slicing at all that's gone and yet to be.
Whimsical even a bit sulky and sometimes joyous. Bipolar this feeling and the symbiotic thoughts feeding on its underbelly and I wonder at all that I have left behind me.
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