The sun is high
The sky is blue
But my life is dark
The days are roadmarks suggesting the way to wasted existence.
My colleagues look like death itself;
Or dogs, fighting for remnants of what used to be their youth.
The sun is shining and illuminates all the dirt, scum and filth of the city build of garbage.
I cannot wait for long nights, rainy, cold nights. When it's much nicer to go out.
When I don't see fat families pissing in parks;
Or drunk, shirtless whoevers;
But I think the worst ones are idiots playing reggae on bicycles.
I don't like summer.
I like it dark and cold,
when people are afraid to go out.