Summer

I love the summer time. Outside, when it gets dark, it's completely perfect. It's the kind of alluring atmosphere that makes me wish I had a secret lover who I wake each night by throwing rocks at her window. We sneak out and own the night. Spend it walking along streets abandoned to the darkness or lying in the grass, and, of course, getting some shmecken's. I slip silently back into my bed just as dawn breaks. Wake up and start the day as usual. I see her during the day but only intense glances, as we make eye contact, acknowledge our arcane relationship. They give me shivers. Others flirt with her and I watch, pretending not to be insanely jealous, and at the same time completely confident that I know where the hearts passion lies. No one else knows....

Well, at least that's how I feel, and it's a damn shame if no else does.

When each day is the same as the next it's because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.

The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho

The shortest pencil is better than the longest memory.

This
WiRld
is gOod
100%
A sign taped to a door.