Her Dreams gone Sour

After many failed attempts of drawing a ninja and scribbling on my little red dairy, I attempted on something fruitful, writing my blog. Miles away from my apartment, without any modern day technology, my pen stood by my side.
An innocent yet a strong thought came into my mind, a topic which was running in my mind for years but words lacked to put it down.

Tied up in her tenacious memory, grasping the thoughts subsequently then reliving the winter chills; she decided to put herself under limelight again (with the assumption that it's perennial). "Why does this happen every Autumn?" why does she get winter chills in crisp autumn, making winter a lonely emotionless season to relive the memories. She hated the Autumn aftermath.
She sits in the distance and inquires the subdued silence inside. She took her time going through her past and every special relation, stopping at some red lights while running them over at other times. That's how life works anyway.
To conclude the upsurge of thoughts, she gives her sentiments reasonable grounds perhaps rational reasoning to explain the winter chills in crisp autumn. Those were her dreams, now gone sour....

xoxo