*PRESENT DAY: 24th December, 2023*
*BACK TO THE PREVIOUS: September 30th, 2023*
Dear Reader,
On the 30th of September, I hoped November would thaw the heart that September froze. I had lost my glow due to the hard blows and was no longer a joyous soul. The only change I felt was in my writing tone as I buried myself deeper in my notes. The narrative voices in my head grew faint, and I could not even hear the stories they told.
I felt numb as I watched the hours pass by. On the last day of September, I wished for a rainbow, hoping that at its other end, I might find a pot of gold. I suppose good luck was the only thing I sought to grasp as September drew its curtains close and October unfurled its own. I knew problems were inevitable, but I wished they would at least wait for me to be more responsible.
As September bid farewell, I harbored cynicism, perhaps because people only confronted cyclones when they neared their homes, after witnessing them destroy someone else's hope. I contemplated my goals and how each year, not achieving them became a recurring cycle. I yearned for harmony, yet conflicted was my soul, making growth seem impossibly far.
Dear Reader, the last day of September was cold, and I felt chills in every bone as September slowly relinquished its hold.
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