September

It was at around this time that I had fallen with an illness of the heart. Ambient and sorrow filled lyrics filled my ear waves so that I could drown out the truth on the outside. I had recoiled to myself and only myself- it was indeed such a physical pain. I couldn't find my appetite, so I watched my form shrink dangerously and quickly in just a matter of weeks. Fatigue and lying about the house filled my days as forgotten school work piled in a messy corner of the room in which I confined myself to solitude. Looking back now, I scoff at that pitiful image of myself because what I had been tormented over amounted to nothing. He is faceless and the things we shared were insignificant and small. My distress was based on the fact that there would never be a possible nother. And that thought is what ate me from the inside out. I struck fright in people by the enormous shift in energy, my family specifically. I had no longer been the first born child or the older sibling, I was a mere nameless ghost walking the halls of this house. Ah, but what great timing that a foreign hand should reach out and rescue me from my demons. With eyes bluest and bright. I had begun to feel again, and I found that the numbness of the emotional pain was beginning to subside slowly. Still being in that negative state of mind, I thought that the convenience of it was too good to be true, that it wouldn't last. Nothing good ever lasted for me for as far back as I can remember, so why should this? Ah, but such glory. It has lasted for nearly 365 days. Now fattened up and high on happiness like never before, I will never forget the month of September. I will always remember it as one of metamorphosis and transition.