September-
Barely existed. 
The month made its way briskly, seeming as if there was hardly time to breathe 
Everything kind of just evaporated out of my control, I'm left feeling like this life I live is no longer mine. 
Whisked away without a thought, I fell into a routine that drained any ounce of joy I possessed from my soul 
I am bone dry 
I was not made for this kind of life 
Yet day after day I returned to my pillow, safe and now bitter. 
Even though my heart is a stone I still acknowledge the beginning of a beautiful autumn
It's impossible not to smile as the scent of fall peaks through.