“this is the end”

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Now that I feel I have put this mess in order

I can state

“this is the end”

all right

I will be more precise

this is the end of summer

yet all the same

for me

it is

dramatic

and sad

and melancholic

Oh, it is

just

horrible

I have to clean every little grain of sand out of my beach bag

(which is a regular backpack the rest of the year)

out of my shoes, my ears, my nose

my panties

out of the car, out of my room

in-between my toes and nails

don’t forget the hair and eyelashes

and in between my breasts

Hmm, maybe there are a few more opportunities to go to the seaside

I won’t put away my swimming suit just jet

It is the end of summer and it makes me wanna cry

I try to grasp it

when did the summer pass?

I understand that this is a direct translation

from Greek language

and it might not make sense to most people

how did it pass?

what did I do?

did I do enough to call it an exciting summer?

did I have a great time?

where did this time go?

I was here at my parents’s house for forty days

in July it seemed like plenty of days

It is the end of August

my birthday is comming up soon

right at the end of summer

As far as I can remember I only once had a party right at my birthday

most of the times I invited my school friends to a party at the beginning of September

this was not a birthday party anymore

it was a party to celebrate a beginning

the beginning of school, of work, of schedule

that sounds strange

At the end of August my friends were all over, enjoying their last days of vacation

the last days of sand and sea and ice cream and freedom and riding bicycles and playing outside until really late

My parents and brother and my grandparents sang happy birthday to me

it was more like reciting a poem, they didn’t dare singing

they are under the impression that they are unable to sing

at the end of August

Nobody wants to have a party at the end of August

there were too many parties during summer

Hmm, Herr Freud my mom is not really responsible for this (she could have made some calculations but, then, she is in the humanities, and she really tried throwing me parties at the end of August

and talking about it might reveal a few things

but it doesn’t make me feel better

because there is no answer to be found

when did the summer pass?

where did all this time go?

how come that I am right here at this moment?

This is just the way it is, you say

I suppose it just is

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Thank you for your time!

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