There is something about September,
that always makes my sober feelings a bit heavy hearted.
Not purely melancholic per se.
The night swiftly chasing the day,
the leaves falling off on a dull ground.
The whimsical rain harboring all the overwhelmness,
the world becoming this one big theme of Dark academia.
A cozy corner with a wooden table,
brewed coffee placed over an half read novel.
That wait for winters to come,
and how it replenishes the cherished memories.
It amuses me in more than just one way,
how a month can be an entire emotion in itself