Something In Between - Tumblr Posts

For me, August was and will always be the odd one. Where the season changes and the air is not so humid or hot. Like half cold tea or stepping inside after one day being out and about.

August is where I never mind about how many days until weekend or how many days until it ends. August is where I never count, because if I do, then I grow up faster.

For me living through August is both scary and exciting. In a way little kids knows her birthday is coming around the corner, but also the 20th, 21st, 22nd birthday and the number is the scary part.

For now, August is where I lay down and count my blessings before another year passed and I'm forced to be something that I'm not ready to be, someone that I'm not used to be.