Oh 7 Hills. I have such a strange attachment to you. Tomorrows the last full day of school. I have a strange longing to just take my friends and steal them for the summer. I never thought I would ever feel like such a part of this kind of society. But here I am. I’m a sophomore at 7 Hills, a prestigious nondenominational private prepatory school in Cincinnati, Ohio. There’s still so much to learn about the people here and I just started to finally warm up to the idea that I’m going to be spending the rest of my highschool career with these losers <3
More pictures tomorrow? Yay or nay?
Am I just super sensitive or is everyone just really tolerant?
I feel like I get pissed off too easily.
Clouds
I lay down on the sweet grass. The short stalks of green muss my hair and gently prick my skin, setting off a wave of tingles. As I look up into the clear blue sky, the white amorphous figures, clouds, in the sky block my view of the heavens. I stare at clouds, breathless and perfectly still. I watch their every ambiguous movement, as they gently drift across the blue canvas. Like a simple motion picture on an infinite slide of periwinkle. The clouds come and go, some quick and others trudging on in their journey across the skies. The cool earth underneath my body lies motionless. Its revolutions around the sun and its constant spinning halts as I watch the clouds above me change and relocate.
However, in reality, the very ground I stand upon right now is spinning furiously. It is my very self, my very viewpoint, my very body that is revolving at speeds unimaginable to mankind. The clouds that are constantly in motion, are still. They lay motionless above me as I whirl out of control.
As pass through life, I see my memories surround me. I see the moments of my life, the ones I have tried to erase and the ones I have etched into my heart, flash around me. I see my life slipping through my grasp. Constantly shifting and changing forms. “Slow down, please.” I beg, as I try to document each moment that sculpts my existence. But it keeps spinning, adjusting, reshaping, transforming, evolving around me as I lay their helplessly. New surroundings, every day. New experiences, new people, new problems. I find myself hopeless and desperate. Eager to find normality, establish control, capture regularity. My emotions constantly tumble, being tossed around like a brand new soccer ball in the hands of a destitute child. The novelty that was once embraced becomes sickening. I’m exhausted from trying to keep up with my ever changing life.
But then I step back. I count the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days. Equal and uniform.
Is it my life that’s changing? Or just me?
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
