Es ist August: die letzte Bastion des Sommers.
I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.
AugustSara Baume, A Line Made by WalkingI'm fifty-seven. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up.
Sara Baume, Spill Simmer Falter WitherI lie down and let life leave its footprints on me.
Sara Baume, Spill Simmer Falter WitherGemeinschaft ist nur dann eine gute Sache, wenn man ein Teil von ihr ist.
See how community is only a good thing when you're a part of it.
GemeinschaftSara BaumeI am less fearful of being alone than I am of not being able to be alone.
Einsamkeit & AlleinseinSara Baume, A Line Made by WalkingMy sadness isn't a way I feel but a thing trapped inside the walls of my flesh, like a smog. It takes the sheen off everything. It rolls the world in soot. It saps the power from my limbs and presses my back into a stoop.
Sara Baume, Spill Simmer Falter WitherLife never misses an opportunity to upscuttle us, I think. Life likes to tell us it told us so.
Sara Baume, Spill Simmer Falter WitherThe old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.
SeptemberSara Baume, A Line Made by Walking