Oh man I wanna love someone
And be loved by someone

It was September but whatever
Dazai and Gogol

us?

Us

Memories, Dreams, Reflections

the story has no beginning, and the end can only be vaguely hinted at

September 30. The last day of a month and the last pages of a diary! I suppose each day the sun sets on many ends. the end of life, or of hope sometimes, of illusions…who knows? All my tears have fallen on your pages, all my smiles have beamed upon you, till you have swelled, and leave me to join the other books, to melt into one Book—my Life! Your strength will be the wave that will sweep me, carry me to the pinnacle of my life's task, whatever it may yet be. I love you. You are the treasure box of the things dearest to me—the images of someone who will never live again, the girl of today, older tomorrow. Time is the greatest thief of all; it carries away things that are never replaced or reborn. Tomorrow I will have lost something, the thoughts of today, but I will be learning other things, developing, crystallizing. So keep here for me all the things I have given you—the unsolved mysteries, the broken enchantments, the reflections of a storm-tossed soul, the reflections of a girl's simple exterior and complicated, perplexing interior life. They do not belong to me any more; they are yours. I love them in you because a creator always loves his creations, like a mother her children. But I part with you for the very love of them: you will keep them for me, unsoiled, while I travel through strange, perilous lands. And when I return, if I return, I will claim my children and carry them away to my House of Sleep.

Anaïs Nin in a diary entry dated 30 September 1920, featured in “The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin”

Anaïs Nin, Havana, c.1920s

Farewell September
We shall meet again the next year

Oh man I love Anaïs

Where you go I go
What you see I see
I know I'd never be me
Without the security
Of your loving arms
Keeping me from harm
Put your hand in my hand
And we'll stand

The first of October
Is my first day with my new college

May this month be a bastion of tranquility, a haven free from the chaos of the world

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