changing of the seasons

the air smells like September.

it is only August, but the breezing winds remind me of those winds many years ago, the winds of my childhood, flying leaves and kites. i always wanted to fly a kite (and make one) with my dad, but we never did. i looked forward to it every year, and in the end, it never happened. 

I'm all grown up now, and I'm watching them grow old, too. i don't like it. i want to go back so, so bad. my childhood was lonely, but i wasn't aware, not at the time. i only became lonely when i was around others. not at home, never at home. 

i wish to feel that warmth once again.

even if for a brief moment.