in the summer,
the sun burns his brand into my skin
i bake in the heat, hunkering in the shade.
in the summer,
i fear the outside
when the earth hurts a little more,
when i wilt a little more.
in the summer
everything looks different,
the harsh light begs you to see the bright
in life.
in the summer,
everything a bit too loud,
everything a bit too warm,
everything a bit too much.
summer is my least favorite.
Chaos of Life 