Summers make me sleepless. The heat inflames my thoughts, it starts from my ears all the way down, going through my neck and my spine.
And if breeze touches me, like a tender stroke from God, I feel sweat getting dry on my temples.

My head is all heavy of thoughts. So heavy that it prevents me from standing up. Daydreams get more vivid when the background of my dreams is the reddish warm color of my eyes closed. Soon it all turns into longing, painfully desirable. My mind takes over and then my tangible world becomes meaningless.
I dream, painfully, a sailer, a burning sun that turns white into red and makes blue so delicious. I want to melt into it. Lay down, fall into the abyss of desire.
And then I am longing for fresh sweet green. The humid lush smell of green. Sweet grapes falling into my mouth and I am in between the greenery.

And I don’t want the sun to hide itself, I want it to burn me even though I’m feverish and thirsty.

The sweet juicy dream departures as soon as the earth turns cold again and transforms my feelings. I say goodbye to the dream hoping it burns me out again.