An orange leaf falls in the sunset. We sat under a telephone pole watching the train slowly make its way up the tracks. Every time I hear my favorite part approaching, I crank up the volume. Despite the static or possibly because of it, I liked the chorus just that loud. Nobody talks anymore. They all sit and listen. Did you notice there's never any silence when people claim to be listening. Light brown hair. Bet you didn't see that coming. But, isn't that what makes him happy? The time will never be. Even if it was true, it was still an excuse. My life has been built upon clichés. So, why do I feel so much unfamiliarity? The music is made by one but without the clapping in time, there is nothing. My toes tapped along but they usually do whether I enjoy it or not. Cascade reminds me of flowers, bridal bouquets and water falls. First, we should meet at the right moment for the perfect reasons. Then, you can love me for me and I for you. This won't work if time fails me and circumstance conquers you. All corny sayings aside, I mean it when I say beauty is only as deep at you'll let it go. Tie me around this pole and let the train trample me. Autumn is coming while we stand watching the sun go down. If this is all I know, how can it be wrong? Are you so sure you should be the judge? As different seasons go, we may be sitting right next to each other, but the only connecting part of this relationship is the common dislike of spring.