Deep thoughts causing shallow cuts.
Confusion creating loneliness. And, being alone, magnified my need for love.
Not knowing which way to turn, I looked upwards.
‘I only love the sun,’ I told everyone.
The sun’s neutrality calmed my anxieties. (And deepened my tan).
Obsessively, I chased my new heavenly love around the beaches of Europe.
In France, I found Monsieur Le Soleil, on the lounger.
Fräulein Die Sonne, covered the terraces in Germany.
Here we go again.
I became even hotter and more bothered.
My gender preference is still the burning question.