Summer’s almost gone. Me, along with it.

I won’t miss anything, because the color of everything changes so beautifully. It’s always the process where the moody gods abide.

Nostalgia usually feeds me with much more. Now I just feel sad, and laconically hopeful. I’m not even tired, not even bored, not even angry. There’s an extra pound or two of mediocrity which seemingly outbalanced my familiar temper.  I don’t want to abandon myself to normality.

 

Never mind what I’m wearing. I won’t be buying myself anything in the following months. Except for shoes, hopefully.