In the heat of the summer solstice I am reminded of something –
You could even say it’s someone.
There is just something about the warm nights –
Young and old people don’t sleep early, they stay up late, allowing their imaginations to play with their fantasies.
I can visualize you. I can visualize the future.
In the middle of the night hunched over the table, a single bead of sweat will drop onto my journal.
The page wears it like a badge of courage.
It could be a tear to the untrained eye, they will be stuck wondering if it was for happiness or for pain.
It was neither,
It was both,
It was something I long for.