Ex's & Oh's

Seasons change like tracks in a playlist - it seems like everything is the same, but the mood is already different. Summer is melting like ice in a glass, and instead of the sun, all that's left is a heat in my chest. Everything is pulsating, rocking, making even those who swear to stand still move. Somewhere between an inhale and an exhale, life turns back into a rhythm - a little fever, a little intoxication, and the eternal desire to seize the moment before it cools down. Meaning isn't sought here, it's just about getting the blood flowing. Because sometimes being warm is enough to not burn.