Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Summer to me is lying in the grass, making shapes out of clouds, feeling sleepy and hungover from the night before. My panda eyes droop down and the sun’s glare hurts my vision. I tie daisy chains around my wrists with the constant repeating of “he loves me... he loves me not”. The gummy bears crawl over me representing the bitter sweet disposition of summer and its wild weird romances. Like a zombie I emerge from my bed and dance into the night. I am nocturnal. Let the RAVE BEGIN!