september's almost over interlude

everyone was obsessed with summer this year

sweaty, rainy, smokey, reckless, get out of my swamp!

watching limb after limb embrace change and reject sense

trading in managed expectations for a hard time recalling what happened last week

i stayed quiet, i think i went into hibernation

i don’t know that i did it on purpose

but just like every other year, i’m excited for the meaning i find in

september

girls, this one is fr for you