diary entry : summers

I count my years by summers.. By the sweetness of fruits and the length of the days by the hope of finding love in new things and new places. the late night fantasies of being truly and completely accepted the fantasies of finding the upmost peak of softness and standing on mountains you were scared to climb 
Every morning I know my age by looking at the sun if i feel like i am not ready to face the day i would know that i woke up that day feeling old because the child in me jumps at the opportunity of living of breathing the air of new chances the child in me paints because they want to not thinking of any other thing but the indescribable pleasure of doing something that feeds their soul


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