Summer has begun
The sun beckons at the window
Barricaded by drawn curtains
Ceasing its light to grace the room.
The breath of enjoyment and adventure
Is recycled through the air conditioner
Stripping the seasons air of its warmth
Leaving this room void of summers embrace
An embrace I'm in such dire need of.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
Summer has begun
The sun beckons at the window
Barricaded by drawn curtains
Ceasing its light to grace the room.
The breath of enjoyment and adventure
Is recycled through the air conditioner
Stripping the seasons air of its warmth
Leaving this room void of summers embrace
An embrace I'm in such dire need of.
So many summers wasted being locked in a room, unable to get out of bed. Atleast thats what seasonal affective disorder makes it feel like.
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