This vacation weeks has been capricous and crazy, and it is only a little past half done. I have hung out with some of my friends and I have gotten some of my homework done (I wish I had done more). I am definately dreading the first week back to school for I feel it is going to be an extremely rough week.
The sun gleans the dust in the air
as I slowly lift my hand to my hair.
My mind is floating without a care
as this intense warmth cradles my core.
Feeling this warmth from a blanket,
a charmed stone, or shimmering anklet―
I have no fears; I have contentment.
Everything seems to be pure.
This euphoria slowly fades
for the world returns in reds and jades―
back to stress, work, and grades.
All beautiful moments have to close,
yet I try to lasso the feeling with hope.
This sublime feeling helps me cope
with reality, and I am no dope.
The only reality I want now is my room.
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