August went, and went, and went. It dragged it self for so long, we managed to fit all four seasons in it. August lasted for so long, that it is still august as I begin to write this post. That’s right, the month hasn’t ended, but I’m done with it already. I’m calling it a day with august, I can’t take it any longer.
With autumn comes change and I need a little bit of that.
Now, to be fair to august, it wasn’t terrible. I was hoping to get an escape, and I got a visit from some old ghosts instead.
Remember last month, when I said August brings Paris in his sleeve, and that can only be sweet. – Well, that’s not untrue. Although Paris was sweet, I was bitter.
The worst part wasn’t that I didn’t knew how to handle myself for a little bit there, the worst part was not remembering how I overcame these unpretty feelings the last time.
August stung even on the very last day. I can only hope September brings a little bit more peace.
Sweet vandals, an all time favourite.Everyday sights.Writing on receipts.Late nights.Reflections, a classic.Easy mornings.Lost pages.Paris, mon amour.