Another Month. Another Week. Another Day.

It's September. It's getting cold and people are preparing for the season of giving. People are rearing to receive the things they don't even know they need.

It's getting a tad bit heavier every day. Limbs moves a bit slower, harder to get from point A to point B.

We tread on.

Time passes with or without our permission. It's our responsiblity to catch up, no matter how impossible; no matter how painful.