Today
I laid on the fresh, thick spring grass.
My arms and legs flailed in strange positions,
the sun just barley kissing my face,
the slightest bit of a breeze running though my hair.
I could hear the echo of the screams around me,
it was merely background music.
I thought.
About life.
About my A.P. Test on Thursday
About my family, and their recent struggles.
About love.
About how sometimes I have a surge of Independence.
About growing up. and not knowing what’s coming, or how to deal with it.
About why I can’t find a guy who likes me for who I am.
About my job.
About how much everyone in this world has such a profound effect on each other.
And as I was thinking about this, a single tear rolled down my cheek, onto the grass.
And as I’m writing this, I’m crying.
And I don’t know why.
I laid on the fresh, thick spring grass.
My arms and legs flailed in strange positions,
the sun just barley kissing my face,
the slightest bit of a breeze running though my hair.
I could hear the echo of the screams around me,
it was merely background music.
I thought.
About life.
About my A.P. Test on Thursday
About my family, and their recent struggles.
About love.
About how sometimes I have a surge of Independence.
About growing up. and not knowing what’s coming, or how to deal with it.
About why I can’t find a guy who likes me for who I am.
About my job.
About how much everyone in this world has such a profound effect on each other.
And as I was thinking about this, a single tear rolled down my cheek, onto the grass.
And as I’m writing this, I’m crying.
And I don’t know why.
Wilkified 