Wake me up when September ends... I still remember the time when that song came out. Tough times. PMR. Addiction. Running through the rain. Beatings. Scolding. Lying.
I just wanted to go to sleep. To wake up only when everything is over.
When September ends.
Now the song blares from my TV, a full cycle of my past. A different time, a different place, a different mindset.
The same me.
All around me, things are not going so well. There are breakdowns and broken hearts, scarred egos and animosity....
Sometimes I wish, everything will go on as smoothly as they did. I wish change did not occur in a way that would disrupt the moderate pace of life.
But it does.
I cannot give you the strength to move on. I cannot lift you up as high as you once did for me.
Forgive my weaknesses.
All I can do is wish, that better days come for you and that you reach out to receive it.
All around me.
All I can do.