To be forgotten is to be buried deep within, that little girl, wandering along, in search of that women who has grown out of her time, seated right there, looking right back at herself - hoping, waiting, longing to be wanted, longing to be seen... yet not to be blinded, only to be unforgotten, once again.
We only live once. September has come, and we can only wish that it be gentle and ginger. We are not the only ones who try to terribly survive the gripping of time, slipping away, ever so unknowingly. We get the feeling that this should be left alone, this time, it has to be let alone, to take its time, to settle in with the flow of things to come. Have you come to terms with the departure of August yet? We have... and yes, we only live once (as humans), so make this life a meaningful one.