"Where the sun sets slowly with a golden crown and the leaves sing lullabies 'round vacant swings."
The first of September, Monday. I'm back on my feet.
After months of hardcore procrastination, I picked up the pen and paper and began to create.With so much inspiration around, it's impossible to not get drawn back towards this art.It's not like I wanted to stop writing,no,the ideas were there; it's just that I had no motivation whatsoever.I think Sloth should be my middle name.
A month of change.Goodbye summer, highschool, childhood. Welcome college, a new city, a new chapter. Hopefully, I won't screw up too badly.With eyes wide open and enchanted by life more than ever, I take in everything thrown my way and twist it into something worth remembering.
Falling leaves, colder winds, air thick with a feeling of nostalgia, the lingering scent of summer, warm, bittersweet rays of sunlight...Yes, that's exactly what September is about: that bittersweet golden glow which seems to engulf everything in a warm and sad light. Muses dancing swiftly behind coppery leaves, flirting with your imagination, tempting you to lose yourself amidst a sea of dreams and decaying innocence. Their decadent smiles have never been so sweet.Truly, Autumn is the best time of the year for weaving stories.
I look around the potpourri of blogs I'm following and I notice how many have stopped writing. There was this awesome girl from Bucharest who did the most amazing blog posts; I think she's the one who motivated me to start writing. I was simply fascinated by her mind.
Aah, I can feel what this "pause" did to me. I'm straining to write a simple post, issue I never had to deal with before. Trying and trying to convey my feelings about the new season and failing miserably.
With the first day of Autumn gone, I begin to discard heat and absorb frost. These three months of golden haze are merely the stepping stone towards my sanctuary, Winter, but I'll enjoy them nonetheless. Creating and recreating.
