G R O U N D H O G D A Y
as a kid, you want to grow up as fast as possible. you take for granted recess and being free at 3:00pm everyday. although you are excited for summer, the feeling is no where NEAR where it would be NOW if someone told me I could just frolic around carefree for three months straight. I miss the days when i was climbing willow trees at the park, making up spice girls dances with my friends, and doing art projects on the deck in the summertime.
Can you imagine?
i just feel tired. and missing something. dreaming big and aiming high and wont stop till i get there. i just have to keep telling myself that :
but i am tired.
as a kid, you want to grow up as fast as possible. you take for granted recess and being free at 3:00pm everyday. although you are excited for summer, the feeling is no where NEAR where it would be NOW if someone told me I could just frolic around carefree for three months straight. I miss the days when i was climbing willow trees at the park, making up spice girls dances with my friends, and doing art projects on the deck in the summertime.
Can you imagine?
i just feel tired. and missing something. dreaming big and aiming high and wont stop till i get there. i just have to keep telling myself that :
but i am tired.
I’m living under water.
Everything seems slow and far away.
I know there’s a world up there,
a sunlit quick world
where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass,
but down here,
where I am,
air & sound & time & feeling
are thick and dense.
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