Summer

The summer sun seems to numb out the worries of long tomorrows while we lay back on green grass.

A season already passed.

I stopped worrying if this will last.

Tough it aches.

It aches deliciously.

In your light I baked myself and I got to understand,

Running is my way of not serving,

My way of not living, not experiencing.

I got thirsty of being, not existing.

Nothing is easy, says the song

And still it’s easier than it seems,

I don’t know which phrase is the one that crumbles me the most.

I come to a place where every day seems a day of rebirth

That I can’t grab, just enjoy and watch it pass.

And still this living, still feels like a joke,

And there are days I do not find the humor.