The summer that I love the most, is the summer that I went through ...

Dawn every morning to me always a question, what would I do with my life now? The routine kill before I woke up, plunge into the bathroom in the unconscious and then flushing thing, I head back face up to smell the body's gradual drift afraid throne. Before transforming itself into a robot with the everyday, I ate two bowls filled with rice and don't smirk up, though only once. On the television people are talking about the tragedy. But the greatest tragedy of my life sitting here, and it was at like this, see empty and disconnected. I'm afraid these days like, such as low summer immersed in the dazzling sun chang and limp when Ta Ocean light appears, though it'd flare up to burn it all. As I, like to burn this world, by the desire to turn yourself into the fire and then melting away under the rain.

I fear death more than the desire to live. Does anyone want to climb into a chest and lay there hang million years. But now, suddenly ready for all, because that too much but the only remnants of a torso, could now regret what? The roads also become too wide, I found myself ragged mess before the wheel of life. I'm on a foot step rén in the fall, because I feared the word of the separation. Genus step one step further I will never see yourself, of a stupid, stupid but sincere. In the meantime, I never wonder thinking of tomorrow, not fear, and love with everything I have. His courage he probably left off for the summer.

The summer that I love the most, is the summer that I go through.

Late summer will still burning? I'm still mad enough to walk this world alone? I wonder after all. People throw me into a rusting, life throws me candy ones, my life and said: "don't be afraid". I throw back, because I do not need. I don't need anyone interested, because the trees, the roads and both children also died. I just have to live once more in this life. Why do I have to live with a chest cream? See my heart weighs the illusion of pain. Sure you don't have to. I do also could hurt anymore.  Does that to Collect heat and brilliant summer oi still fiery red Phoenix? And I will not lie dead on the street, in a rusting xỉnh of the life of strangers?  Born from the nostalgia about not ever having people in the room less than wide. 20 m2 which also stray, finding forever doesn't see a way out. I just want to burn again in my life.

To as the endless summer.