An ice cube Poured into the mold of least resistance Slowly Frozen Complacently numb What is this dripping? Searing pain as I begin to unthaw Discomfort as I spill over Emotions long forgotten barge in expecting welcomes How foreign they look And yet I feel warm
I've got the January blues, The Monday heaviness, A kind of Tuesday Sadness. I've got the Wednesday empties, The Thursday lonelies, And a Friday full of Madness. Saturdays are cold and grey While Sundays seem to slip away, And the week recycles into blandness.
Summer fills me with nostalgia in a way that I cant explain. But when the air hears up and the black ants crawl all over our house I find myself remembering when we covered the window with sheets so we could sleep when it was still light.
Most years I was alone, friends not good enough to contact outside of school. I stayed up late in bed reading every night. It was during summer that I stumbled on my first podcast, on my first ****** novel, on my first question of gender. In the heat of summer I sought change. Alone, I struggled with questions of college and career and the future. I despaired, sobbing into my pillow until I fell asleep.
Summer is full of possibility, of the past, of the future. I caught fireflies out on the lawn, I put cicada husks in a jar and kept a tally, I invented games for myself and my sisters. I work late nights and come home to a warm house. I eat cereal for 3 meals a day. The rules don't apply to Summer.
Intuition at it's finest when feeling the seasonal changing of its metamorphosis is coming ahead. A foreseeing truthful measure of action (over the wonder of its own inevitable evolution).
Feeling of observance is nothing without attitude (in it's very self to bear alone), when it's never alone... Except, when all in not well within its favor, because that's when things change in the way it's ought to be. And not because it's an entire consequence (all on its own little lonesome), without truthfully knowing of the very actions that surmise the difficulties straight out from under its own opposable..."developing pleasures!"