It's nearly midnight and I have school for the first time since winter break.
I probably should be going to bed, but I'm too nervous to sleep.
I really hope this will help me.
I used to make monsters for myself;
an abstract figure towering over wild grasses;
a flash of eyes from the underbrush; taps on my bedroom door.
I wish I had known how to find this document… I tried
for months before I realized you just have to right-click…
I’m meandering through the heat wave wondering
what I can do to make this time meaningful.
…in a garden by the Rotunda, not sure which one.
Summer’s ending and autumn is coming! My two
favorite times of year, but I’m pretty happy all year long.
It’s a little lonely here because most of the people are older,
though even if there were people my age
would probably be too scared to actually talk to them.
I’m still a teenager but just barely. What am I?
My 17 year old self is gone and she won’t come back.
Today I’m trying to enjoy things as they come and
not stress too much. I might ask for the link to this coffeeshop’s playlist.
I needed something to explain the feeling,
but I know better now. My dog stays curled at the foot of my bed.
I’m feeling pulled in a million directions, all towards
the places I’ve been, the people I’ve met, and the people I’ve been,
but I’m stuck at the Mellow Mushroom host stand.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s anything I’m better at
than admiring—what would I be without
well-loved living rooms, the laughter of my friends, her blue eyes?
I think it’s all been for the best, even if some of it’s been hard.
