Closer To the lung

The sweet lips of summer drip with anticipation.

I don't seem to be inclined to write about particular events these days... I rather prefer to to write in a sort of descriptive ambiance. I think that my brain may also be processing thoughts in a relatively similar manner. Of course, by describing this to you I am neglecting my desire in a most paradoxical way, but ignore that.

I don't think as a child I truly appreciated summer as I do now. I mean I loved the 'not having school' part of it, and the water fights, and the urine drinking competitions, but honestly, who didn't?

But seriously, I am an avid admirer of all the seasons, for they're respective benefits, but god, Summer, like fuck! just the smell of the nights, the scent of all those thriving flowers calmly swirling through the air. The warmth in which you can wear nothing and still be perfectly comfortable. Or the fact that almost any deftones song fits so perfectly with the vibe of the repeatedly sweet and soothing nights.

It will make you smile.