There’s always that one summer that makes you question everything
There’s always that one summer that had that one special person and that soft special spotlight on the one thing that mattered most to you in the entire world
Yes. It was a hot summer.
It rained, it got cold, but the humidity was still there. It ached in my spine every time I saw the sunlight.
Melancholy screams through every grass fibre that softly blows from the harsh wind
Of course there were the highs
I never focused on the lows
But when you’re miserable and not expecting,
The sunset can be especially blinding to the storm cloud that reigns above your head.
You start to think life can be good
Till summer ends
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC
There’s always that one summer that makes you question everything
There’s always that one summer that had that one special person and that soft special spotlight on the one thing that mattered most to you in the entire world
Yes. It was a hot summer.
It rained, it got cold, but the humidity was still there. It ached in my spine every time I saw the sunlight.
Melancholy screams through every grass fibre that softly blows from the harsh wind
Of course there were the highs
I never focused on the lows
But when you’re miserable and not expecting,
The sunset can be especially blinding to the storm cloud that reigns above your head.
You start to think life can be good
Till summer ends
It was a bittersweet summer
