I want to take a good creative writing course.
Baseball season started today, I think? Yay, another sport I don’t care for!
It is actually amazing how easy it is for me to write essays when I let myself get into the subject.
I’ve never been so content with myself.
It’s a boxy day.
Underneath the treehouse ladder, my words breathed as easy as ocean air. It was warm again.
So breezy, so light.
I haven’t felt this way in so long.
Rain smells nicer inside my head
than the scent that rises from the concrete
but somehow it still permeates me and I feel full of the clouds.
It’s nothing new,
I promise you
with all of my leftover parts stretched out
And we sink.
I do not want to hear another word about SATs. Done.