Rubber Band

Summer sun suddenly, the waters glitter, beckoning you, it won't be warm enough for a swim but you know you can't help yourself. People look up against their will: the power of the season. I listen to those songs and let them wear down their appeal, their power over me. There's memories in these streets that don't seem to go away with time now distance. They lie here in wait for when I bring my poorly constructed shell of an adult back to the scene of the crime. They know I always come back to test the waters. 

It's too cold still, it'll scream in your head, but it can't be helped. I'll dive head first. 

You can't see tears under water.