Already today is the last day of August, and summer will be over soon. Not that we really had a summer anyway. Whenever seasons change, I've innately always started to re-evaluate things in my own life.

I have danced with my demons.
I have questioned what love really is, and what it isn't.
I have been left alone, with dry eyes and confusion.
I have known comfort, pity, obligation, and guilt.
I have tried desperately to fight my way back into my own life.
I keep things separated with gnawing misgivings.
It's funny how I manage to chronicle the creations and the demises, but never the evolution; from beginning to end.

"give me Religion and a lobotomy"