Live, life, ?

First of august and the moon is lovely, old memories are haunting and everything is still very present. I've never felt so alive, and maybe that's a cliché of saying, but it strucks me over and over again how very easy it is to take it for granted. I've worked my ass of getting myself happier, but still allowing the very essences of sorrow in me to. I feel that the autumn is moving closer and I don't want that, I really don't.

Love

/Anna