Summer is difficult.
It's beautiful, warm, rainy,
absolutely lovely.
It's so difficult to deal with it.
I want to go fishing, go swimming, go running barefoot;
I want to do all those
summery things.
All the things I used to be able to do.
If only I still could.
Tough luck, dearie.
I just have to make do.
I can write.
I can sketch.
So that's what I do.
And the summer keeps being lovely.
I listen to the rain dancing
on the roof.
I see the sun paint the sky
in all those absolutely magnificent colours
as the sun sets and rises.
The summer keeps on being lovely.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
Summer is difficult.
It's beautiful, warm, rainy,
absolutely lovely.
It's so difficult to deal with it.
I want to go fishing, go swimming, go running barefoot;
I want to do all those
summery things.
All the things I used to be able to do.
If only I still could.
Tough luck, dearie.
I just have to make do.
I can write.
I can sketch.
So that's what I do.
And the summer keeps being lovely.
I listen to the rain dancing
on the roof.
I see the sun paint the sky
in all those absolutely magnificent colours
as the sun sets and rises.
The summer keeps on being lovely.
I live by the ocean. During summer I keep being reminded of the things I could do before I had my first epileptic seizures. It *****
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