The end of August is quite bittersweet. Autumn is soon to come and the foliage is beautiful. Yet, August came and went to quickly as it is the month of my baby’s birthday. Now, he’s a year older and I miss his previous age terribly. The end of August means I need to see and project out the rest of the year. Plans need to be made. Goals reached. New plans mapped out. A never-ending circle through the end of the year. Now it’s time to boil and toil. And, see what might roil.
I don’t think I was ready for August to end. But come what may.
Categories: current events, identity, mental health, Psychology, society, The Seasons
psychologistmimi 
“She said “A good day ain’t got not rain”
She said “A bad day’s when I lie in bed
And I think of things that might have been”
“Slip slidin’ away
Slip slidin’ away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away”
As Quoted From Paul Simon For
The Same Name in the Lyrics of
“Slip Slidin’ Away” True Your
Magic Words of Creativity
Bring This Song to me
Dear Miriam
i Remember Being 25 in
A Dance Hall Drinking the Night
Away Lamenting A Quarter of A Century
is Gone i Must Be Getting Old True At 21
Really Feeling Severe Depression Farther Away
From Sad into the Numb i Didn’t Know Any Better
i ‘Thought’ This is What It’s Like to Get Old Then As
It’s True i Didn’t Have the Energy to Run at College
In A Health Science Class i Asked The Counselor What
Might Be
Wrong And
She Asked How is
my Heart And All i Could
Think of Is Yes it is Still Ticking
And Then of Course at 47 i Lost the Memory
if i Ever Felt a Smile of Life At All Just All Pain
And Numb Nothing Left Every Second A Thousand
Years too Numb to Die too Numb to Live Only Wondering
Will i make
it the Next
Second Lifetimes
Long in 66 Months
of Forever DarK Then
i Think Now i Feel Now
Now i Sense Forevermore
A Smile Just Be Cause i Can And Will
Do What Was Literally
Impossible to Do for
66 Months As
A Seed That Dies
Must Wait to Become
A Tree With Green Leaves
A Flower With Blooms Again
And Now There is No Room For Laments
As Long As i Can And Will Carry A SMiLe Forevernow
How Blessed to Go to Hell For Real How Blissed to Tale
A Story
of Heaven
For ReaL ON EartH
too Yet it is Not A Palace
Lined With Trump Golden
Walls and Pearl Floors It’s Just
A SMiLe It’s Just A F iN SMiLe
Enough to Appreciate This Gift
of Breath Inhaling Peace Exhaling LoVE NeW NoW
THeRE iS DarK THeRE iS LiGHT And Now THeRE iS
A Miracle
Of A SMiLe That is Real
Funny How DarK Becomes LiGHT
That Just
Won’t
Go Away
Other than that it made
me Happy to See You Finally
Get Your Vacation in August
i Hope You Too Staycation One Day As Well..:)
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