The bigger picture is meant to distract from lack of details.

[plasticpoet7]

I am so sick.
I think I'm going to be out all week.
Fever, high blood pressure.
My head is going to combust.

I hope I get well in time for Sara Sunday.
Possibly.

I dreamt that I was sent back in time,
until the beginning of high school.
Things resurfaced in my dream that had
been lost in my memory, nothing too important now.
I was back at the first day, Freshman year.

I'm not one to regret,
but I would have done things differently.
I'm not mature or solid,
the choices I made,
a whole different person.
I wish I hadn't made them.

This year has been way the fuck too long.

When Summer comes, I'll be gone again.
I'm not sure I want goodbyes this time.