I Am Missing

I rest. I don’t exist in such seasons. In the summer, everything stops. I escape, and I’m grateful for it. The sun does no favors to anyone, and the heat prefers to suffocate you silently, as the sea calls you in whispers. The south caresses flesh and mountains, a lazy lethargy on the hottest days.Συνέχεια ανάγνωσης «I Am Missing»