the month of august passes, there are no more farewells to bid to america-bound people, now time's running up for the uk-bound.

left right centre, people falling in love, people falling in like, people already in love, people who have loved, people who hope for love, people who've had enough of love. september comes and september goes, the magic is only there for a moment, fleeting? forever? hopefully?
i wonder how much i have changed, how close i am to what i hoped i'd be. i guess my life is taking some form of shape, it's found some kind of direction. the one emotion i feel this very moment, is anticipation. anticipation of how things will turn out, friendships, commitments, climbing, medicine.

i've had enough of missed opportunities. i think its better to just, take that step, perhaps even that leap. everyone says they never wanna look back and say -damn!, but somehow i think it's worse if one day you look back and you realise that you've simply.. got nothing to look back upon.

[..and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moment of truth in your lies
when everything feels like the movies
yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive..]