Q

I woke up in summer to a world thrown in stark relief. A consuming nightmare disguised as a dream. So deep and lulling, it is the only peace I know.

Summer was alive, was of everything bright and real. At times it made me drowsy and in need of the slumber i once knew. Mostly i don’t want it to end. I look down at sunkissed palm and don’t know who i am.

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Summer is me, vaporizing. Over here summer is eternal.