alondra

17

Releasing every fraction of energy I put forth in a viente quarto hora dia…
I step in great staccato to my shower where I wash off the dirt and sweat accumulated by fun… and scrub the sin out of the memories I regret to think of
…often.
I grab a 5 or 6 hour sleep a time or two, and if not...I’m greeting the sun in great delight with a buzz of illegalness, all in good intention…
Maybe so…
But I like to reminisce on past summers and people I had brushed by…

…But...

lets not converse about bygones.

I care to think of summer as a past time to recover from the hate brought on by the school year. A time we’re pushed, over worked, and unbelievably under appreciated. Its sad to think it all is just a short 2 and half months. Inevitably it’s the time of your life… but listen to Lana when she says summertime sadness exist… (now that I got my pop culture reference out of the way)
…I admire the time we get to do nothing but, nothing and go out and party if you want to… or go and preach and learn the love of your religion…and in a perfect world..maybe you could incorporate both into your life.

The fact that I’m getting to in this piece is that summer is difficult to define. There’s something so bipolar to it, and it’s interesting to see what each day brings. I’m flattered to think it could be the best day of my life when I wake in the morning, but am content if all the day brings me is sour patch kids and the company of my lazy but astounding friends.