The month of fall.
The month of cool, crisp air.
The month of sweaters, tall boots, pumpkins, candy, costumes, and spooky things.
I used to love October.
Now, October is so busy I have no time to think.
No time for creativity.
October has lost it’s inspiration.
I want to write,
But my brain is tired,
And the words don’t come.
I want to read,
But my eyes are tired,
And can’t focus on the words.
October used to be my favorite month.
Now, I can’t wait for October to be over.