an ode to summer

i love the feeling of my bare feet touching the damp semi-cool-semi-warm pavement during the summer, the warm and breezy nights where you can smell the start of a thunderstorm, dancing around the cement like it was my own stage, the invisible audience watching as i breathe in the fresh moonlit air, and just for a moment in my own private solitude, i can feel joy creeping up my spine like summer’s fingers running through my hair, in a sense it feels like a relapse, indulging in past summer memories as 3 months pass by in the blink of an eye, rolled up mental stimulation never felt so good, even if my head is gone and my stares go blank summer nights will always catch me, the same way a gurney rushes a patient into the ICU, my limbs tangled in the stars as i fall not caring where my body goes.