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  (and the seasons have once again changed). The mind creates everything as spoken by the wise ones. Blood falls and teardrops stain our memories. Happiness we are forever seeking. Sometimes we catch it and the feeling fills up our broken hearts. (and so the seasons have once again changed).

  There's a chill in the air. A coldness that lingers. A coldness that haunts. A coldness that feeds. A coldness that devours. Sex on the brain. Thoughts of you. Dreaming together. Tonight we dance. The music reminds us of youth. Future beliefs. The past dies (the past is dead).   October dreams.

Scary Movies. Pumpkin Spice Everything. Ghost Stories. Freaking Halloween....Hell Yes!!!

Cool, crisp, and slightly chilly nights. Watching classic horror movies from every decade. Round orange pumpkins on the front porch. Scary, spooky, and sinister looking decorations  are  placed  in just the right spot. On every street corner in the big cities and in  small  towns there is the telling of creepy ghost  stories  and  familiar urban legends. Costumes and trick or treat candy are stocked  on the  shelves of grocery stores. Dreams are turned into uneasy nightmares. As we wait and wait for that one special night on October 31st.