If the seasons here
changed a little, maybe
I might come back
gone in June
home in December
but they never do
it's all just warm warm warm
with no chill
to remember you by.

The sun broke through the window with it's last few breaths. The rays shone on the gnats that were congregating in the grass like motes of dust, writhing and twisting with the wind. This was the first breeze in days. The stale air could not be impregnated by fans or air conditioners; their efforts were sucked up into the dead heat like rain into ( Read more... )

( So rough it's not even funny. )

Discuss.