Summer

I understand Summer is trying to figure out. She's been talking about the non-existent of coincidences, and fate in between. And till know she's still figuring out. Summer is sorry, for everything. For the past that happened. For the bees in seasons. Summer  hasn't been a warm season but the coldest instead. When Summer's gone, it wasnt because of a cruelty towards the bees. It wasnt because Summer hated bees. Summer didnt hate.

I've been a Summer.
I've been a Summer this far.
I've been a Summer for as long as I could remember.
I've seen a lot of breakdowns when Summer left. But I never happened to see how severe they were. I never happened to see what it took not to break. But none of those done in purpose. None of those was any intended. Summer was just looking for a meaning, questioning the thin lines between all of her doubts.

And this taught Summer to stop. I dont want to be a Summer forever. Not in anyone's season. At least I hope Summer would find a right time for a season, just to be sure.



Wtf did I just write at 2am omfg I need my bed and unicorn