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It's cold in the summer time. Home no longer feels warm enough to want to go home. The naked streets are burning, and I want to spoon them. The gardens have frozen over, and the trees are dead wood. Happiness has long left these lands, and the burden of despair weighs heavily on the chest of any man brave enough to step outside.

The curtain goes up. Let's set the stage.

A thin man walks in the park, waiting for the seasons to change. "I thought this was summer?" he asked bitterly. There is no answer. A breeze hits his cheek and his face melts into a pile a lonely thoughts. A raven calls from the distance as the moon tightens its grip on the sun. "Can we live forever?" a voice questions from what seems to be inside you. The lands burn bright red as all the toilets flush into sewage. A homeless stranger to this summer sits in the center of the universe, while man wanders loudly, drowning silently. "Where God, where are you?" yells a child not seen or heard. "Where is your lover tonight?" God replies to the invisible son. The sugar cane fields failed us, dear lord. And love lost its invitation to our hearts. But the parade continues to march along 4th street and the innocent questions rattle around inside our minds. "Can you feel it?" a girl quietly points to an untouchable star. "Can you feel the light?"

The curtain closes. The stage is set.