I've found that my recent obsession with doing absolutely nothing is getting to me.
I've been whining and moaning about things I need to get done, and how I don't want to do them... But I know that come the end of this school year - My last teen year - there will be absolutely nothing I want more than to just write a paper I'm proud of, or hear a congratulatory "Nice work" from one of the teachers I look up to so much. I've nothing left but my six days in - well, five if one wants to be technical - but I was never the major techno geek. I've always preferred to be that
as some might say, hippie freak.
Because when it comes down to it, my one thing left, my number one and two and three concerns lie within one place, within one body, and couped-up in this one atmosphere
I live and breathe in, sweet scents
My javelin of lavender.
Well, come nice 13th, you Friday's desire. And let me be with such Scarlett hazes
as to blind my eyes to all
but the wonderful faces you make for me.
Wow, what a red red sky, and a confined rainy day.
