reference to summer

“It is OK to be forgotten”, at least that is what I have carved on my tongue. But my eyes refuse to lie, they live with the honesty that got my dad smiling as he walked to the executioner's rope, and while maybe drowning in heart-breaking doubts.

words from my wonderful friend "cloud-factory" from this stunning work

...It is OK to be forgotten. There is an ugly beauty in that truth, in loss, in the honesty of his eyes.

I came, attached to an oxygen mask, free of charge, on a hot summer's day, thirsty for the fresh breeze of cold autumn nights. And so I am well suited for the absurdities in life. A glimpse of hope, and I play your fool, dancing with long forgotten smiles. I cannot out-run the past, and I must seem crazy for keep trying to fly, even with my broken arms.

A blink of an eye and I got lost in my grey insecurities and with it, you lost your sight. But bitter and scared by the abyss that I can see from years-and-years-away to come, the pain will