these are the days of hot summer sun,
the days my body has been screaming for since last September,
the days that my red hair curls against my sun-kissed skin,
the days the world is so much smaller,
days my brown eyes reflect images of:
dandelions,
lady bugs,
watermelon sugar.
the cool spring breeze sweeping
the heat off of my back,
the cold off of my heart,
the pages of Beyond Good & Evil . . .
I always forget how the heat s l o w s us down
but ignites a fire in our veins
hot.hot.hot.
like the taste of Fireball Whiskey as it slides down your throat
and settles into your cells
your very core of being.
the birds, the squirrels, the people of the city,
me.
all so fucking alive.
to the very core.
something beyond Being
something so entirely complex
it become entirely simple.
something to heal these scars
something to eradicate all the bad
something to assassinate the hazy grays of winter
like a white down comforter chases away the cold.
I can never get over how pretty the whole wide world is.
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