summer shorts. summer balls. summer.

summer time is best for not showering and showering when its too hot and so forth.
summer time is mine and yours but not yours because its mine. this is the nature of summertime. ill give winter to lovers and spring to those who want children. i love fall and the way scenes play out in scenes and out of them and the scents that accompany boys bringing their jeans out and girls with their genes out because soon it will be too cold to not hide under turtle necks and layers and face hunting scarves and jackets. fall is almost mine but really not because it doesnt happen from may to september.

these summer's balls are dangerously close to the frayed edges of shorts just short enough make me laugh every time i pedal the five short blocks that make up my universe these days. never once did i think by limiting the space i breath i would feel so free. bums with the same stories break up the time between streets and four short stories to the two down comforters making up my bed that used to keep me warm in the winter time.