i remember a day like this, 4, 5 years ago. we went to the lake with our coats on, held hands and spun in circles until we were giddy and out of breath.
that was before the wind blew us all to separate corners of the world, before the ghosts with their silent silvery voices crept inside of me.
i miss that time.
now my parents argue, my brother hides himself in a fantasy land, i cry and starve myself.
i hate this month.
wake me up when september ends.