November



This month successfully always bring a sense of melancholy inside me. 

The constant rain. The dampness. The muddy streets. The gloomy fog. 

For the longest time, I always got it wrong, every year.

Looking back was never easy for me. I was in shackles, down in the labyrinth. 

Darkness was my best friend and I grew fond of it, during those wet times that I had to endure. 

But not this year. 

This month, I want to make new memories, new photographs. 

Hopefully this is the last time I looked back and felt a twinge of sadness. 

Next year, I want to look at smiles and laughter, on my walls. 

Picture was borrowed from here.

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