septiembre

it seems i've not made note of anything here in some time. 
not for lack of things to say, joys or sorrows to share, or tedium to cipher through. 


if i had the words or the skill (skillZ),
 i would write a sonnet to/for september
[the most beloved month]
BUT, as I am lacking in these (those?) regards, 
I must be satisfied with THANK YOU. 
dearest septiembre, 
you have offered me a strange peace i've not felt before. 
you've shaken me to my very marrow, 
and though you are leaving me exhausted, you're leaving me strong. 




"My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse." 
-Gabo, In Time of Cholera
(im going to read everything gabriel garcia marquez has written, 
thanks to Rudy for gifting me 100 Years of Solitude)