August has become my doleful month since 2018. If losing a mother was not enough to mourn, then I don't know what would be enough. Entering this eighth month with the heartbreaking moment that still haunted me, I saw myself in a tug of war against August. I wanted to pull myself away as far as possible from going through the month and leap to the next month. But how could I defeat the universe? I had no other options but voluntarily dragging my saneness to seize these agonal days.
On the 24th day, I put flowers on a tombstone.
On the 24th day, I put flowers on a tombstone.
