shadowed by the darkness
September.
One of my favorite months. I am a fan of autumn, of nature changing her clothes from green to brown, yellow, orange and red. I like the way the air smells a little like dirt from all the crunched leaves on the ground. I like that I can wear jeans and a sweatshirt and not feel like I am in a sauna.
My mothers birthday is in September and it reminds me of how fortunate I am to have her, to have life and to have options in this world.
September has always meant beginnings for me. My life has always been school related (even now) and september had always offered a chance to start anew.
I could be the falling leaves, entertaining what life would be like before I was stepped on by spanking new patent leather shoes from payless. I could be the setting sun, retiring earlier and earlier everyday, because the world asks too much of me in the summer. I could be the apple orchards and the pumpkin patches, offering nourishment and smiles to people of all creeds, just because I exist.
September has never made me sad.
Not until now.
One of my favorite months. I am a fan of autumn, of nature changing her clothes from green to brown, yellow, orange and red. I like the way the air smells a little like dirt from all the crunched leaves on the ground. I like that I can wear jeans and a sweatshirt and not feel like I am in a sauna.
My mothers birthday is in September and it reminds me of how fortunate I am to have her, to have life and to have options in this world.
September has always meant beginnings for me. My life has always been school related (even now) and september had always offered a chance to start anew.
I could be the falling leaves, entertaining what life would be like before I was stepped on by spanking new patent leather shoes from payless. I could be the setting sun, retiring earlier and earlier everyday, because the world asks too much of me in the summer. I could be the apple orchards and the pumpkin patches, offering nourishment and smiles to people of all creeds, just because I exist.
September has never made me sad.
Not until now.