  Well, it's summer again. Finally. I love summer. I feel very connected to summer. But every year, summer changes a little bit. True, it continues to give me insomnia, false hopes and pensive moments. But every year, it gets a little deeper.
A little darker. Every year, there are a few more memories I'd like to forget. I miss being naive. Why is it that in society, being naive is looked at as being foolish, unintelligent, superficial? Being naive is a blessing. One I'm certainly not fortunate for the have. I think too much. It's taking too much energy. Time to relax. This life of yours, crazies, is a pensive waste. 
