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It is fitting that it ended on a swing set, that my free day ended with the sensation of being absolutely and irrevocably free. Nothing mattered more than my arms tugging, my legs pumping, and my heart racing as I soared through the air; it was the closest I've come to transcending gravity. (yet)
It was, that odd point when night freezes and day is still hours away, a playground void at three-o-clock in the morning.
We sat under the biggest tree at the park- Treasure Island. In our night boat, we were each the crew, each the captain, each the stowaway, each the dreamer. Uncharted waters. Friendship.
Back further. Coffee three. Further - rifling through a library full of quiet treasures. Back - breakfast. Back - coffee two.
Go. Searching for caramel in the cafeteria- Running everywhere. Apples. Potatoes. Cream Cheese. Shoes that squeak when I run.
Don’t Sop. Don’t Stop. Don’t Stop.
Stop. Sitting in the sun with a sketchbook feeling infinite. Everything was warm, illuminated, eradicated - It was one of those perfect moments that you hold in your like a handful of clear cool water that never trickles away.
Classes over. I had served my punishment, my heart jumping. Time ebbed pleasantly away as I drew elaborate flower designs in my notebook and thought about the hypocrisy of the school attendance policy. In an odd sort of way I enjoyed having the luxury of stillness, I can do a lot with three hours of complete concentration, only I never make the time.
Skip back. Coffee one. The beginning of a day. A stretch, and a yawn, and a smile.
Skip around. Read this backwards to forwards.
Have I mentioned how much I don't like writing papers?
Or poetry for that matter. Prose is tolerable at best.
It was, that odd point when night freezes and day is still hours away, a playground void at three-o-clock in the morning.
We sat under the biggest tree at the park- Treasure Island. In our night boat, we were each the crew, each the captain, each the stowaway, each the dreamer. Uncharted waters. Friendship.
Back further. Coffee three. Further - rifling through a library full of quiet treasures. Back - breakfast. Back - coffee two.
Go. Searching for caramel in the cafeteria- Running everywhere. Apples. Potatoes. Cream Cheese. Shoes that squeak when I run.
Don’t Sop. Don’t Stop. Don’t Stop.
Stop. Sitting in the sun with a sketchbook feeling infinite. Everything was warm, illuminated, eradicated - It was one of those perfect moments that you hold in your like a handful of clear cool water that never trickles away.
Classes over. I had served my punishment, my heart jumping. Time ebbed pleasantly away as I drew elaborate flower designs in my notebook and thought about the hypocrisy of the school attendance policy. In an odd sort of way I enjoyed having the luxury of stillness, I can do a lot with three hours of complete concentration, only I never make the time.
Skip back. Coffee one. The beginning of a day. A stretch, and a yawn, and a smile.
Skip around. Read this backwards to forwards.
Have I mentioned how much I don't like writing papers?
Or poetry for that matter. Prose is tolerable at best.