Please don't be July yet

This summer, like all beautiful things is going by too fast. I don't like that. I'm tired of endings. Perhaps it's true that in order to be an ending, there must also be a new beginning. I like those. But endings carry so much baggage. When the end is looming in sight, you have to try harder to enjoy what you've got before it's over. And that trying ruins the authenticity of what was good to begin with. I don't know if it's better to acknowledge the end or just try not to think about it. As far as college endings went, I was very conscious of it and that ending was pretty suck. So, maybe this time I'll try to put August 6 as far from my mind as possible and live as if summer was going to last forever.