It's nearly august,

and the same question pops up in my head,

why is time flying by so fast?

What even is life

if not a book,

but a book that won't let you turn back and reread

the sentences,

in the sense that the sentences were

 the details you might have missed.

A second is a grain of sand in the hourglass,

it falls much too fast.

So why do we spend our time

pining over meaningless things?

Shouldn't we take the moment and seize it?

But we're only human.

And we'll forget that,

and we'll sit with our feelings in the dark,

we'll stumble,

we'll fall,

but we'll get back up.

And that's the most important thing.

It's nearly august,

and you can feel it in the air.