Fall paints fences

Random thoughts while I try not to get to work and essay-writing, random pictures taken around in Hamilton. Smash them on the wall, stick them in your skull.


They lay down on the grass, they both laugh like mad, and you'd think, they'v been smokin somthin' strange; and no, not at all, thay haven't. Serious faces can simply not stick to their heads for a second, even the stars turn around not to bend and explode.



It's brain tornado, and it's pure. The fall passes by lifting an eyebrow and shaking his head. His finger stops on his moustache, hiding the corners of the lips that are trying to lift up to a smile. He starts swinging around, throwing random colors on fences and trees.







Stop for a second, look up at the sky. Than down on the grass, he's lost his breath, and the sounds have lost their wings. Breathe in, smile softly but hide it enough.


Fall has come and yeah, the days are crazy. One day we have to wear wool not to freeze, one other we can walk up to uni in our tees. And the moments you can sit in the corner outside a building in the sun, getting baked by the thin rays, woow. That's worth a whole summer day.