Out and about

I'm out of words. Don't know when they'll be back. Maybe I fall in summer love. Maybe I don't. Maybe I run for the end of the world. Maybe I don't. Maybe I bump into a kangaroo telling me to keep away from this silly zoo.

Maybe is all I want this summer to be.

As for now, to all of you: I'll miss you, hope you do so too, we'll meet again in Wannado.

Kiss, Ellen