Last Summer

A lot of souvenirs to recollect, most infused with bummers. Most of them explain her, that happened last summer. Now the summer’s gone, so is she. Left me all alone for eternity. Don’t want to reminisce about her, she has become my defunct memory.


Void and benumbed body, soul full of reservations. Naive and subconscious mind, complete lack of creations. Daydreaming unreal purposes, hunting for freedom and wanderlust. Tranquil, fanatical and excited, but, lackadaisical attempts for stardust.