August sinks its bloodied teeth and claws into summer with a primal and panicked desire for sameness. it tries to hold the summer, horror struck and unmoving, in it’s violent grip. the ember colors of fire-hot coals drop to the earth and the forests are alight with a warning of September. a slow burn while Autumn paces placidly, with sorrow, at the madness of august. Change will always come again.
started writing a new song & i love the anonymity of this blog. i got a severe infection that really damaged my voice at 16. it was my dream to make music. 10 years later and im about to start voice lessons to learn to sing where i am. its raw, and it’s real, and nothing will ever steal my joy of creation and singing again
alright. its time for someone to take one for the team and love me gently. and then move to a small cottage in scotland and have a garden with me. i dont make the rules