.october.cry.

beneath one october sky, i met wong kar wai.  
under this one fateful sigh, i met walt disney.
in between meetings i wonder and wonder why.
in between first frames i say "be with me".
in between endings i keep my "goodbye".
in between betweens, i try to be free.
in between everything, i cry- just cry.
between you and me,
this is the reason why.

“For two months she had neither cried nor slept, and now she still did not sleep, but the crying came more and more, all day long. Through her tears she stared out of the window at the blur the sunlight made on the leaves, which were turning bright red. It was sometime in October; she had lost track of all the days and it really didn't matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept anymore.”
- Tongues of Stone | Sylvia Plath

she must be me, chased by this october sky.
or i must be her, cursed with october cry.