amesplaza

no dear,
there haven’t been many events taking place here.
food poisoning.
taking down bathroom doors for games.
staying up late.
foreign films.
classclassclass.
there is a distinct repetiveness about how
we live our lives here.
dinner at five.
lunch at noon.
bed at midnight.
wake up.
get showered.
make coffee.
read.
write.
repeat.
it’s becoming this endless cycle
of average events
leading up to nothing but a possible college degree
and a future of 9-5
salary paying
somewhat career path.
i suppose i should marvel at the little things more often.
i want to blow bubbles in my milk again.
i want to get drunk off one beer like in high school,
when everyone thought one beer was enough.
i want to savor the sweet scent of warm winter air
on days like this when i don’t need my coat.
i want to become a better poet
so you don’t have to read this mess.
i want to drink more juice boxes,
sit on more swings,
and smile way more than i should.
i want to paint my nails pink
and frolic about
because sometimes
i just take like way too seriously
and i need to chill out.
i need to get out of this cycle of events
and break the mold-
roll around in some grass
and get my hands dirty making mud pies.
i’m an adult
but this is the only life i have
and i’m not wasting it.

<3

ames plaza

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