Being alone in september is the most perfect way to be. Just decay into the soil. Rub it up your wrists, your forearms. Rub it on your eyes. Don’t dream or nightmare. Just be alone on foggy mornings and feel the air through the cotton on your chest. Now breathe, leave your eyes open wide. It’s okay now, the summer’s over,
it’s time for things to die.
Sionnachaí 