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FIRST OF AUGUST 2018 11:54 ANTE MERIDIEM
crystals falling down my face in the middle of the summer seems ironic, no?
how can one be sad during this season?
when the flowers shine as brightly as the warm sunshine, kids scream and giggle in utter joy, adults complain of the unbearable heat, sprinklers spray cold water to keep the grass happy and refreshed,
how can one feel so cold when outside is so hot?
the only thing i look forward to is the warm and bright nights, when the silver moon shines so bright as if it is there to comfort and caress you when you need somebody the most,
the stars scattered across the sky near the bright orb, as if they are her trusted companions,
how can someone love something that doesn't breathe or eat or laugh?
i ask myself that every night when the moon comes out to play after the rowdy sun is put to rest under the hills,
i don't want to be sad anymore, especially not in the summer,
how do i fix this? do i have to wait until the fall? the winter? the spring? and then repeat?
the fall is when i feel my best, layered clothing, chilly but not enough to hurt my fragile bones, when i feel my most creative and most romantic, when it's acceptable to drink more than one cup of coffee, when you feel the heat radiating off of bonfires,
the winter is when i feel loved, family and friends gathered around for every holiday and every party, the warm scent that i will never know to describe but somehow matches the feeling i have inside me during the winter,
the spring is when i feel alive, the weather still cool but the sun shines shyly behind fluffy clouds, everything is welcomed in the spring; the animals, the flowers, the smiles, my favorite flowers bloom in the spring while i slowly wither away into the summer,
