11/02/2023
one summer i realised, every summer lives me in forever. i enter the room without an exit and i lose my fragments in the ocean. every part of my body dismantling into crumbs of salt.
when i met people who looked more like winter than summer my words melted in their ears, like summer breeze had a meaning, like words that slipped out of a tongue with salt covered sentences could turn into snowflakes and freeze permanently.
i didn't know my existence of water and seas and oceans meant nothing when the only thing that could quench their thirst remained inside a riverbed.
the sky changes it's colour and our sun changes the meaning of warmth. a summer sun on a winter morning is still a winter sun.
i don't know anymore if i keep a foot in the past or if have i frozen inside a summer memory? did i never find the exit door or am I still standing at the door, lingering around, trying to turn the k**b?
i have become a summer breeze on a winter night, a memory living with the ghost of present.
