fall's obedience

summer is gone. just like that. i didnt know it was coming so early. but, i... simply... comply. i dont fight, i dont cry, and beg to stay. i dont think it would matter. so, i comply. accepting the rain, bringing bed sheets all the way to my nose, i comply by building constructive dialogues in my dreams. very constructive, very real. very complying. 

wait, wait, what about that huge pile of sandals i never got a chance to take out? yeah, its your fault - you did not have time for me. your fault. 

but: i comply. i will not fight, cry, or beg to stay. was a short summer love, thats all.