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is just around the corner. I cannot wait for the leaves to change colors, for the leaves to fall. I will spend as much time as possible in the park, taking photos and writing. I will drink and eat as much pumpkin flavored foods as possible. Have I told you yet, I'm so ready for autumn......?

I'm standing in a long corridor, lined with black doors. At the far end there is a single green door. I take off running, running, I go no where. I slow to a stroll and I reach the door with a quickness. This door has of course, a lock. It is such a beautiful lock, shaped as a heart. Human, not one of those lovey dovey silly symbols. ♥. Its very detailed. Its curves, smooth as ice. Warm to the touch, like its full of life. The urge of need I feel from standing outside this door is overwhelming. I have to open it, I must. Its as if my life depends on it. My hand juts toward the knob. Locked. I hold no key. Instinctively, my other hand r

I'm not sure how much more of this city I can bare. restless nights followed by breakfast, a healthy dosage of yesterday's promises with a side order of broken dreams, washed down with the stink of a wonderland gone to waste. Welcome to Hollywood.