06:53:55.

I might have gone and almost forgot August, like there was for some reason that August was more than just a blur of emotions and remembrances; and it is only a stray thought, for I count every passing day since sometime last June. It is September now, and I am only waiting for the wind to turn a little more colder and for rains to be more common than things that make me remember you; but I guess, in comparison that would make the rains a rare occurence, even if it fell every day.

For just little while from now, time would come full circle and if there is some significance to that truth, I can only wonder and then breath, and fall to my routine of written sighs. Or I could say that I was just dreaming, though this would mean that I have just woken up, and now will want to fall back to the warmth of sleep again, to will myself to slumber in the hope of catching up with the fading dream. And in that futility, weave my own and make myself warm for some time; even if it gets colder everyday, but you see, there is no reason to stop because then if I can abandon my dream, then it would also be possible to give up on myself.

And also because some things are real however you may want to ignore it. And being real, it will always find a way.