Short yet endless…
Speeds up then slows down.
Like a schoolgirl, such a tease.
When young, time has no care in the world.
When old, time is just waiting to kill you.
Anticipation is its poison.
Time can be so cruel yet so new.
Time can bring joy yet so old.
Its body as an hourglass defines it so…
Time is but a trickle in space.
It can not be erased and it can not be stopped.
It just keeps going
Like everything else in this world…
My life has come down to this.
A water bottle in hand, fingers sore to the bone, paper balls strewn across the floor.
3 more hours till the sun rises and I don’t care.
Exhaustion already made its appearance at a time long ago.
How much can a mind and body take before collapsing all together?
I can’t get shit together let alone work it out.
I feel like I’m going crazy little by little, day by day.
Sanity is slipping through my fingers I guess you could say.
3am…look at how rambled my thoughts are.
My appearance is total shit yet I think I look beautiful with the hard work I’ve put in
Let’s just hope my efforts get me through the semester.
Life is just an endless paths of ups and downs and sleepless nights.
Thats what my life has come down to.
3am rambles and bloodshot eyes begging to close, yet they are wide open…..
It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.
Oh History class…How I hate you so…
I don’t hate the subject in particular, just the way this particular class is taught.
The teacher rambles on and on…skipping dates, making it impossible to take notes.
Ummm…Ahhhh…..So.
That’s literally all I hear coming out of my teachers mouth for 50 minutes.
My head begins to nod, my eyes to droop.
Luckily I have an Iphone to keep me awake…sort of.
Like a drop of a hat, the teacher asks a question directly to me.
Theres 80 other students in this hall and yet he chooses me…why??
Maybe its cause I stick out in my army greens.
Or maybe its cause at the beginning of the semester I gave information about the Tudor Dynasty…basically teaching that days lecture.
Who knows.
All I know is that I can not answer the question directed at me…
So the annoying boy behind me takes it…Have at it…I don’t care.
50 minutes of pure drain….50 minutes of my precious time wasted.
I see the history I love being torn to shreds by boredom.
I need a new teacher.
Or better yet a new schedule.
Or better yet…..the end to a tormenting semester.
Twirling in circles as the rain falls,
I lift my face to the sky to understand the world.
The rain mixes with my tears as I think of you.
You were taken to soon.
Taken by the enemy, thrust into a war that was not your own.
Leaving behind a broken hearted girl with a ring on her finger.
Leaving behind a family so full of love and support for you.
Leaving behind a little sister who idolized you
So young, with such a long wonderful life ahead.
Who knew that your place was up in the stars.
5 years later..so much has changed.
Your now far underground, yet so far up in the sky.
The memory of you has never faded.
Every year at the same time, on the same day, I honor you.
Flowers shower where you lay as I sit and tell you about the world that you miss.
When I get up to leave I kiss the stone, and say that we shall meet again someday.
As I start to walk away, I feel a breeze grazing my face and I know that you hear.
Your always there, you never really left.
I feel all these things as I twirl in the rain.
And I smile to myself and know that everything is going to be ok..
Dedicated to my brother SGT Micheal Christopher Peek R.I.P 3-3-07
Why is it that the first thing that popped into my head was “Walkerbait?” Even Finding Nemo has turned into TWD for me now. Good Lord.
(Source: live-laugh-and-love-d-i-s-n-e-y, via thts-me-ash)
