Till We Meet Again, August.

If I don't know it any sooner, time is slipping away from my palm, so fast that an hour is a luxury to me.

Before I see September, August had already planned for me, in those forcibles minutes and fumbling speeches, I can only see myself being busy in near future, or most likely to be. I liked it and I don't think I'd ever want to change that.

These seasons are rough but smooth sailing ensues if I keep my head in a piece, this month and next, is going to be a change for the better.

Most importantly, what am I trying to do? Well, best start with the basics, at my platform I should've have been far but better late than never!

Next post would probably be descriptive, these are just bubbles of thoughts...coming to life!

Hiatus, Be Gone!

via BouBouteatime

These months move past me away so fast I can barely can catch myself.

People have changed, romance blooming everywhere even if one ends, see through at the end of the tunnel, there's a light.

As one season goes, so does the feeling which is why I must remind myself, that we, we as humans could only plan, all else if fail...?

Anyhow, it's nice to be back!