time passes by too quickly crossing off each day on the calendar soon your red pen has slashed through all 365 boxes, and we start again one day you’re basking under the golden sun the next you’re boarded up in your room draped in blankets as you turn the heat on as if you haven’t seen the real sun in years thoughts of summer are slipping away the same sensation as a tickle in your nose but you’re pale as a ghost and just as soon, the new comforter you bought for extra warmth that winter is tearing at the seams; you’re overheating under it anyways, the summer heat returned you used to sit down and write about these moments, the little things in life everyday… until you ran out of time. always chasing the clock they say, “we all have the same amount of hours in a day, it’s what you do with them” but does it really matter what we do when the clock is always ticking? because no matter how much time you have you’re never going to do that thing that you wished to have more time for it’s always been your choice: frantically race against the clock or follow your heart and let yourself run out of time.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! Funnily enough, I wrote this before COVID-19 even hit… it only rings more true now. Time is short and extremely valuable, so I hope you all are making the best of your situations and hopefully doing well… how is it already spring? Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 