August
The yellow-brown focus
The mild but sweet humidity
The scent of morning coffee, honey and mortality
Let us share the dysphoria of the sun
So we can accept pleasure
So we can lose ourselves to time
So we can replenish our urges
Let us welcome the night
So we can fulfill youth's expectations
So we can watch our hands make their own way
So we can feel, after everything, we made something pure in the midst of our futility
(Gifs are not my own)
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