wake me up when september ends
by frinni on September 2, 2008
when summer comes to an end, i always have this inexplicable feeling of looking the world from the bottom of a pool.
everything is slower, blurred.
"Sick on a journey,
my dreams wander
the withered fields. "
Matsuo Bashō
i know what's left, i wonder about the shape of the next storm. will it be compassionate enough to give me time to heal the wounds the last one left me? my armor is quite damaged to be just 24. but no matter how my tomorrow is gonna be, i still smile.
i'll keep fighting windmills for a long time.
