dancing sunlight
cackle of birds
the hot star is at its peak
it was definitely warm
I can feel wetness at my neck
there's an awful taste in my mouth
my lips are dry as they stick to each other
my eyes are becoming droopy
my head does pirouettes when I shift my weight
clinking of metals
the industrial sound of a fan
gentle wind caresses me
while the heat prickles my skin
it was definitely warm
but it felt cold
my chest akin to the trenches of the oceans
seemingly empty
but monsters reside
my thoughts swirling around millions of distances a second
a typhoon wrecking my mind
my soul, numb
blood unable to reach
my limbs as it is frosted with ice
the low growls of dogs bring me back to reality
it was definitely warm
another afternoon
lazily dreaming
of love unattainable
the phone rings
it was too late to answer
the sound wakes me
telling me to get up
despite gravity weighing me down
I feel too comfortable
yet uneasy
so I wallow for a while
in the hopes of living yet again