Merry-Go-Round
My sinking dreams are interrupted by the cold air, now. Humid summer mornings replaced with trembling chins. The sun rises later and later every day. I love it. I love the cold. I can't wait until winter, when scarves and sweaters and cut up mittens take over. I want to see October collided colors fall onto the ground. I want to feel November's freezing whispers that frost my ears.
Pretty soon I have to start sending in applications for (climaxing music and dramatic pause) college. Yeah, college. I'm scared. Soon, I'll be cast into the Senior's Limbo, where you are stuck waiting, so dreadfully waiting, until the acceptances/denials come. I've been getting brochures from colleges in the mail. But, my heart, oh, my heart is left in San Fransisco.
I've been meaning to write letters to send cross country. I've just been so exhausted.
Pretty soon I have to start sending in applications for (climaxing music and dramatic pause) college. Yeah, college. I'm scared. Soon, I'll be cast into the Senior's Limbo, where you are stuck waiting, so dreadfully waiting, until the acceptances/denials come. I've been getting brochures from colleges in the mail. But, my heart, oh, my heart is left in San Fransisco.
I've been meaning to write letters to send cross country. I've just been so exhausted.