The days rush past faster than a lightning strike.
I assume they are normal for everyone else.
Dreaming of a day where the August sunlight shines through my bedroom window still prances in my head.
Because today is August 1st.
Wish I could, maybe I can. Still become a winter girl.
Snow and leafless trees and the cold, thin air.
But something about August would reel me in.
A fish attracted to a mere worm in the August water.
But it is not all it may seem.
August can hold more lies than it is willing to show.
A whole debacle, really.
August used to be.
Schooling begins again, and your dramatic life is back on track.
But now, I see August as an opportunity.
A chance to fight new battles, and win them all.
