everybody saw the sun shine
It's night and I'm laying in my bed, and it's dark because I don't have the lights on. I'm trying to analyze a poem but failing because everything just feels so good right now, because I'm so hot which means it's finally summer and it took long enough, and I can hear my family laughing in my mom's room which is so good because we have to work hard to do that, and my legs were falling asleep and getting tingly and it felt good to feel things, not just "tired," "bored," and "done."
I think that's the best word I can use to describe how I've beenn feeling. Done. Done with being "sick," done with surgery, done with junior year, done with the complete stop I've had in progress with anything. But the good thing about done means that you're ready to move on. And I am. Ready to move on.
Yesterday was the best day, getting outside and exploring the Gypsy Forest by this park, finding this clubhouse these boys had built, planning for the summer. I mean, it's technically our "last" before we're adults and going off to live real lives, which is good, so good, but also so, so scary.
The best part of going back to school is realizing that I am so loved. Amber saying that she came to second period to see me. Jackie hugging me and saying that I am her world. Victor laughing then quietly saying that he missed me. Marvin hugging me like we haven't hugged in a long time like there was nobody except for the two of us. Anton hugging me, saying I looked un-cancerous, looking at my stomach, and walking close to me, making sure I understood the math. And none of these things were big productions or anything that seems significant, but really they're the only things that matter.
eleven days left of school.
I need a shower so badly.
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
We're on our way home
I think that's the best word I can use to describe how I've beenn feeling. Done. Done with being "sick," done with surgery, done with junior year, done with the complete stop I've had in progress with anything. But the good thing about done means that you're ready to move on. And I am. Ready to move on.
Yesterday was the best day, getting outside and exploring the Gypsy Forest by this park, finding this clubhouse these boys had built, planning for the summer. I mean, it's technically our "last" before we're adults and going off to live real lives, which is good, so good, but also so, so scary.
The best part of going back to school is realizing that I am so loved. Amber saying that she came to second period to see me. Jackie hugging me and saying that I am her world. Victor laughing then quietly saying that he missed me. Marvin hugging me like we haven't hugged in a long time like there was nobody except for the two of us. Anton hugging me, saying I looked un-cancerous, looking at my stomach, and walking close to me, making sure I understood the math. And none of these things were big productions or anything that seems significant, but really they're the only things that matter.
eleven days left of school.
I need a shower so badly.
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
We're on our way home