Goodbye my summer

Now that i am saying goodbye to the lovely seasonal greenth of my trees i'd like to whisper to their veiny trunks how their leaves have managed to wrap around my heart and wake it up from it's deep deep slumber. I'd like to tell the flowers in the little garden by my house that they have managed to get my mind to rest from it's frenzy i'd like to thank them thank their petals for reminding me how soft my skin is under the right touch of tenderness for reminding me to stop beating myself up for loving too much because I could never love too much when I've got art to make when I've got a set of endless lovers to find when i have gardens in my uterus and poetry inked to my lungs that tumble out of my mouth when i am reunited with a spark from the past.
I'll be writing crappy letters to strangers telling them how i am living an endless summer how my room was the place where i found god then found myself where i made up and broke up with ghosts and decided to build shields and barriers around myself to destroy them with my bare hands now. I spent my summer kissing ideas throwing my heart in places that are too little for it fit without bruising and ended it smashing my barriers and meeting once again all those people I know but as an entirely different woman as a flower a white silky star lily.