Summertime.

Darkness is waiting again...the summer is comming to its end slowly, but surely. I used to like winter. It seemed poetic, romantic (and more comfortable than summer). Now, winter is just a bad memory that seems to be pounding me. Winter comes. The wind carries the memoirs. The sun fades, and the shadow of night brings sadness and fear. Maybe i should made a trip to Argentina or South America. Maybe I should chase the summer. Until I feel good again. If that is possible. To feel good again. Seems to utopic right now.