Writing

Dreams. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart. Ocean. Stand Out Fit In. Everywhere, Everything. Maine. Stand By You. This Is Me. I DO ME. this is me trying.  Small girl. You're Gonna Go Far. All My Love. Dear Reader. Golden Hour. ok with it.

When I was younger, summer meant going swimming, getting ice cream, and taking trips to the Montshire Museum. Now, although some of those things still apply, I experience them differently than I used to.

I live for these moments. 

Moments that make you forget anything but remember everything all at once. 

I thought I had gotten better

Thought I had everything under control

I have everything under control

Right?

I thought they were gone

But they're right there

Sitting behind me

Breathing into my ear

A ton of songs -

Over fifty -

I love them all,

But fade so quickly.

My interest dies

By the tenth repetition,

And so I move on

To a cooler mission.

This beat, this soundtrack

On a loop.

Music turn-in day

Is tomorrow.

While really it's just

Placing the papers in piles

According to instrument and part

Trying to organize everything

And hoping nothing's wrinkled