• nora_m 9w

    S u m m e r

    Summer holds the warmth I've always wanted, to unclamp myself from the dead of winter is hard to grow and let myself get sunkissed is like waiting for the lover who was too uncertain and never came home. One foot out of the door and one foot in, a forbidden dance of fate and sorrow meshing into one. Summers aglow and I'm still trying to figure out how that must be, a broken girl in the heat of the summer is a peculiar combination. Songs are never written for her in those warm summer days. Just empty open fields, sun beaming, stale wind.