Springs Breaking

[jubilant_be]

So it is supposed to be a week of relaxation and meditation. Spring Break. Whoa man, whoa...slow down take a minute and look at life outside of books and homework and stupid British Lit professors whom cannot pronounce "poem" correctly. That’s what it is supposed to be all about, right? Then why do I feel like the springs of my mind are breaking? The shock absorbers, the instruments of my open mind that provide flex and cush for all the concepts I crowd into it everyday all day. I'm not very old, so I know these pivotal instruments of sanity-security are not rusty; they are stretched out, over worked, and confused as hell. I don’t have time to relax on spring break, I don’t even have time to really be going on spring break but I am going to AZ just the same. I am bringing all of my homework and the delusion that I will actually accomplish some of it with me. Hey a girl can dream right? Or can she? Without her springs-what’s going to pull her back into reality from dream? That is to say if she wanted to go in the first place? Sometimes the dream of life is better than the reality of life, or so I've been told. At least we all know for a fact that nothing is better than the game of life ;)

All this talk about spring’s gots me thinking about beds and slinkies--does that sound strange to anyone else?