ITS TIME ITS TIME ITS T I M E
NO IT’S TOO EARLY STOP RIGHT THERE
IT’S TIME
IT IS TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S NOT TIME IT’S JULY
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
NOT YET
IT’S TIME
IT’S TOO DAMN EARLY. STOP.
ITS TIME. ITS BEEN TIME FOR MONTHS.
IT’S TIME GUYS
ITS TIME
IT’S TIME Y’ALL
Tag: autumn
When the autumn equinox comes, humans have two choices:
Cower in awe before the wild iridescent change rippling through our souls where they touch the border to the not quite real; or joining a dance born by witches that turns the leaves to flowers and our minds to new worlds.
We are born in September. We are children of autumn, daughters of the wildest storms, sons of the ancient equinox. Change does not come for us. We bring it upon the world.
If magic was only alive for one month a year, that month would be September. It’s a time beyond what I understand, but I let myself get lost in it every year – because nothing says home like autumn’s gentle whisper of “welcome back”.
Moami 