☽ Windy Summer
[image source: Discogs ] A story ~ Windy Summer My fingers aren’t ready to slip, n ot yet. Please, Let me at least say my goodbyes; I would regret letting life change me before I can do this. There are many versions of me, but only one that I want to be; the one where I am with you. I miss the warmth, the sunshine, and even getting sun strokes with you. I miss the green grass, teemed with weeds, and the splinters on my feet from you. I miss the pearly blue water, and hazy evenings holding you. I even miss the first night when Anri sang for you. Crackling at the cusp with life, You who never knew my name, and I, who always knew yours. At the start of the end, I thought the trees were just playing with me. Only now have I realized that red and yellow dyes are the costume of a dying star. Farther and farther, you slip from my reach. Farther and farther, away from me. The summer rain is heavy, my umbrella barely shielding me. Farther and farther, you slip from my reach. Farther and far...