Wow. What a deep and dramatic title.

Then again, I have a habit of saying deep and dramatic things - in a funny way of course, although sometimes people are unsure of whether I'm taking the mickey or not and sometimes that is what adds to the fun of it.

For example, if someone says something like, "Ooh, it's a bit chilly today, isn't it?" I might reply with, "Yeah, I'm freezing. But that might just be from my cold, dead heart."
Usually, I try to say things like this only to people who know me well enough to know that I think I'm a top-notch comedian, but sometimes the deepness just spills out.

Anyway, on to what I had initially planned to talk about - I'm really great at getting distracted. hence why I haven't yet posted, bar my initial introduction post!

Yeah, so I wanted to talk about the end of summer and the beginning of one of my favourite times of the year, when the warmth is sucked from the world and darkness begins to creep into the daylight, causing eerie mornings and sudden nightfall.

Autumn is great and always overlooked by me as a younger version of myself. Whilst in high school, I didn't fully appreciate how much I loved the rainy nights in, the brisk, chilly, pitch-black early mornings, the blue fingernails (saves me painting them, doesn't it) and the relief a hot cup of tea brings when you rush in, red-cheeked and soaking wet, out of breath from legging it home from the bus stop.

Of course, once I realised how much I loved autumn/winter time, I actually began to go on walks in the rain just for the novelty of coming home to a nice hot drink and sympathy because I was shivering from head to toe. Now, that sounds mad but it's okay because I am.

Nah, but in all seriousness, it's a beautiful season. There's something quite hauntingly beautiful about the death of summer, the leaves falling from the trees, leaving the landscape barren and cold - always makes me want to write many, many poems.

Speaking of poems, reckon I might post a few on here. My poems are really weird though, always write them almost purely in metaphor, like the whole thing is a puzzle. Cool idea but hardly anyone gets it.
I always seem to get my poems out when drunk, which is funny at the time but I'm drowned in a wave of embarrassment when I wake up post-drinking and realise I read a few out.

Anyway, back on topic... Autumn. Brilliant season. You got Hallowe'en, Bonfire night, loads and loads of cool things happen in autumn. Hallowe'en is definitely one of my favourites - I'm obsessed with dressing up and I love the decorations and the spooky sweets... Love it.

So, anyway, hope you've enjoyed my rambling train of thought and this post was not planned at all, I actually in fact strayed away from my plan on the first sentence... If that isn't some form of metaphor for my life, I don't know what it.

Sammy out xxxx

Published by Sammy Oliver