Summer

..it just felt so lifeless here without you. i've been lying on my bed in this warm weather, reminiscing the smelt of your perfume. Time seems to pass lyke a hour-glass glued to the table. I pulled myself up, and walked to my white-framed window, opening the curtains that has covering, protecting me from the blazing sunlight. Sticking my half-awakened mind out, i tasted the summer air, as if i had been down the north all winter. Glistering golden sunlight soaked the court just right out the window. And no, i can't find any trace of your perfume. Only smell of washed clothes overwhelmed my senses. Looking down, i realised that the sunlight had made my chipped red fingernails seemed much more obvious. I reach for my cigarettes, took a stick out and lit it. As i felt the tar and nicotine going thru and down my spine, in that sense, i felt my lids touching and closing, whilst fucking screaming in my head:

...do u have to let it linger?