Sea, Sun.

My life is a book.

I have a story,

but it's not to say that everyone lives in a book as I do.

Second clementine in the past 3 minutes,

running my hands through the cold water,

I can just imagine jumping in the water

in months to come.

Summertime.

I am like Mersault who killed the Arab,

but I didn't kill anyone for any reason,

I just live spontaneously.

I sometimes catch myself being a hypocrite.

No need to justify why or no need to justify anything.

Just do as you would,

and make what you can,

live by everyday,

not by years to come.

And I, I am a hypocrite.

Pale in the winter,

tan in the summer.

I change every minute,

there's never a standard.

I judge and I reprimand myself.

I seek and sometimes I find.

And that is that,

and this is this.

I am me and you are you.

My life, it is a book.