I'm also seeping in the last light as it seeps away (with the summer), and feeling inside me, and on my skin, autumn's approach; and wondering why you've stopped your poetry writing; and liking that you're a computer nerd.
And feeling sad and happy, but more sad than happy, and wondering about the meaninglessness of life/my life.
Yearning to travel and live, I feel trapped in my own skin, my own life; I'm stuck in the pretty-looking chocolate sauce that covers the brownie. But I want the real stuff, to taste the brownie, to feast on the cherry.
I want the cherry.