It's August...

... it's not over yet, the summer is not over yet, the heat will persist almost until October, but it will end, eventually, like everything else... sooner than I think, sooner than i'll have time to notice.

I've come to accept the end...

it's not over yet, but it has already ended in my mind, for i know exactly how it is going to be, i can see it so clearly. It's a surreal feeling being at two points simultaneously, a situation when your mind is two steps ahead into the future from where you actually are at the present moment. And i watch myself, from this advanced vantage point, and last night i said out loudly.
«Ever been able to view everything from a point somewhere in future, able to predict your each and every action, watching yourself as it you're watching something staged, already known...»

"You're talking riddles..."

Talking riddles, talking riddles, talking riddles...
There seem to be way too many puzzles and riddles these days, way too much symbolism around. And now the most symbolic month of the year has started... and i'm talking riddles.

In two weeks i'll move into the apartment downtown, it will be four weeks of absolute solitude amidst the busy life of the city crazed and jaded in the summer sun. i can see myself locked inside that apartment, spending hour after hour in nothing but silence, while the city roars behind the soundproof windows... i can see hours stretching long and thin, as i sit motionless playing the game i've always played... i can see myself at the end of the month, packing up my things, not to leave even a trace of my existence, closing the door to the apartment, and the summer gone, but never to be forgotten...

There is only one word to be said in the end, acceptance.
i have learned to accept.
i've come to reconcile with what seemed to be the most difficult thing to reconcile with in the past. i have already accepted and i know i will move on, gone... as if i never existed...

it's not time ...
it is not over yet
august has just started today
august and everything after...