The HEAT

I’m on the verge of unpeeling off my skin, giving this garment to the poor or should we let loose of our diamonds and flash the entire globe with our goods? The unbearable scotching heat which dwells at our small apartments refuses to give us our own space, the leisure to reminisce about our day, how could we ponder about our outcomes over a cup of coffee if we’re at the same level as the temperature of the coffee itself, is lava on the menu?

We’re ironically forced to cross oceans when we’re unlikely to stay more than our favourite tunes in the shower. We’re occasionally hydrating our systems just for us to be dehydrated after the first two glasses.

In this heat my love do you expect me to hold your hand, in this heat oh love of my life do you expect my heart to beat for you and oh love of my life in this heat do you expect us to draw closer to one another?

#Heat #SamtonGina