Summ.wher

                       Somewhere, where is summer,

you just stare upwards and wander.

Blue fills your vision up, #don't care.

The summer breeze, a caress,

an 18+ RPG: you and herself. 

You may think in ouroboros-es:

such cute, little things.

„We exist cause we exist-

There is nothing more to it!”

„Why search for meaning?

Just watch contently..."

Somewhere, there may be summer,
which has been washed away by my fears.

What remains is a flash-back of it, imprinted,

that keeps pestering my brain.