Goodbye, August. You were nothing like I expected but what is life without unexpected bumps and bruises? I’m trying to practice putting myself first and learning to accept the lessons and experiences the stars are handing to me. My little heart will always be on call for you, either way. All the way through September, and the month after, and next year, and the year after, and in a decade, or a century.
I like how glasses suggest intelligence instead of broken eyes