Interminable sticky hug to a sheet or pillow morning summer dreams, pseudo waking up, Hammer of the sun, hitting the anvil, a hard calloused hand trying to fight the restlessness the heat irritates its cancer with.
Summers are scary. Specially weekdays. Specially when you are trying to change the world in a little way possible. Specially when it involves learning coding to high standards. Specially when you are unemployed. Specially when you end up waking up as late (yes late) as 8 am. When you are sitting pooping, with your dumb […]