butter

You melt like butter before people who hurt you.

grey skies

grey skies reflect human endeavors to destroy everything in the process of attempting to be successful.

grey paradox

warm air and cold raindrops – a grey paradox i love.

chasing away the summer heat

with you, i think i could like summer.

oasis

oasis in the desert.

summer woes

in the summer,the sun burns his brand into my skini bake in the heat, hunkering in the shade. in the summer,i fear the outsidewhen the earth hurts a little more,when i wilt a little more. in the summereverything looks different,the harsh light begs you to see the brightin life. in the summer, everything a bit

sun

burning destroying melting

Heat

The outside air looks blurred and gray. Voices seem to come from at a distance. All I feel is the warmth pressing in on me,drowning me,suffocating me… And I can’t breathe. Coolness of water does little to temper the heat. Wave after wave passes by, until I am trembling from the saltiness on my skin