And then September to heal it.
God made the month August to break my heart
IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
π΄π’ππ’π π‘ 1 ππ πππ‘ ππππ¦ πππ πππ’ππππ .
ππ‘π πππ π πππ π‘βπ π’πππππππππππππ‘ππ πππππππ π€βπ ππππ‘ ππππππ π βππ€ ππ’πβ π‘βπππ ππ₯ππ π‘ππππ πππππ π‘π ππ£πππ¦πππ.
ππ‘'π πππ π‘βπ πππ π‘πππ π€βπ πππ'π‘ ππππ€ βππ€ ππππππππ π‘βππ¦ πππ.
ππ‘'π πππ π‘βπ πππππ π€βπ βπππ π‘ππ ππ’πβ ππ π‘βπππ βππππ‘ ππ’π‘ βπππ ππ‘ π€ππ‘β π πππ π ππππ ππ π‘βπππ πππππ .
ππ‘'π πππ π‘βππ π€βπ βππ£π π‘βπ πππππ π‘π π πππ βπππππππ π ππ πππ‘π‘ππ π‘βππππ .
π»ππππ¦ πΊππππππππππ π·ππ¦ π
Ilya Kaminsky, from "Musica Humana", Dancing in Odessa: Poems
βAnd then the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep, and autumn awakened."
-Raquel Franco
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.