Heat

I toss and turn under this scorching heat that blends with the atmosphere of my stuffy room, I don't really like summer. I long for the cold breeze of winter. I want to have my bed float in the middle of the sea where the water surrounds me. I could careless that I could be eaten by sharks, die because of dehydration, or better yet get a very bad sunburn. I would want to just lay there on my bed, by myself not thinking. See the clouds that hover above my bed, looking down and waiting for my demise. At least I feel this cool air brushing upon my skin. I would just float on till the days just pile up and the months and years would just fade away in the horizon. Where I wouldn't be so trouble with the fucking heat of summer. Where I know that I wouldn't expect anything or be expected to do something. I'm done with summer. I want everything to settle down again, when everyone just have school hang out on weekdays and that is it. I don't want anymore flings or any of that summer bullshit. I want to just sit again and be able to draw or play the guitar without thinking of someone. Winter please hurry the fuck up.