It's the time I've been looking forward in the whole school period. It's summer. It's screaming my name long reverberating after the sunset of the scorching sun. I can feel the echo of its cry tenderly swaying the sheaves of the corn-field inspiring every creature on the ground with love studding with beauty even the darkest moments of life.Wants me to follow it, to run with the wind, to play with the sand, with the sea waves to sail away, to shine like the sun and with birds in heaven to meander.
It cries at the top of its voice begging me for going with him to the marvelous land of joy and I want to follow it but I can't, my legs are numb. It shouts ... from me inside ... and it's only ME that's hearing!
P.S.
Loneliness is this world's worst kind of pain.
-Gaara-
