ode to summertimes

There is something calming about being with friends all day and all night and not sleeping and screaming neutral milk hotel songs on the top of a tower. We are all lulled by the comfort of each other's company and deliriousness. I want more of these nights where there is no pressure to entertain each other because we know that being with one another is enough. The only pressure is to find something to keep us occupied so we will stay awake. This is what summer means: to be free of any pressures or demands or cares or insecurities, to drive around blaring music and sometimes singing along to stay awake or simply because you know the words and before they can be stopped they spout from your mouth, to buy 2 liter bottles of BIG THUNDER and sip all day to keep conscious, to go to McDonald's at 6:30 in the a.m. and sit on the comfy couches, to paint and carve things in the wee hours when things are fuzzy around the edges and you are not too sure of the time or the place and that's all right, to play yahtzee until numbers do not make sense anymore and adding them seems silly, to go to the park and sing about genitals and how you should show me yours really loudly, to not give two shits about anything tangible because you are so fucking happy in these instances that nothing matters but the warmth you feel inside from your best friends fully and completely understanding you.

summertime, if there was any doubt that this year you were not so nice, this day has washed it all away. everything is okay now, nothing else matters.