I see you in the Fall-drenched
mountains and I want nothing
more than to be soaked in you.
I want your autumn hair to
wash over my autumn skin
and soak up the hubris
of my aspirations.
I want to drink the inspiration
dripping from your skin. With you,
I want to feel my cyclical
suffering, but not, for once,
because I hope you can
take it from me.
Instead, as a refreshing change
of season, it’s finally okay to let
darkness lay itself bare.
Tyler Talks 