Turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream

I feel like writing but I don't know what. I had a really good evening tonight; I wish we did that more often. Like we used to. I've gotten used to this new idea and although I don't like it I've finally accepted it. I'll be fine. It's cold in here. And it's almost Easter break. I hate school so freaking much right now it's not even funny. So that much time off will be wonderful. This much closer to grad. I am jealous of the people going to Europe this next week. Why doesn't Dalmeny do things like that? Oh yeah, we're a ghetto town with a cheap school. There's something about you that makes me smile. I don't know why. The colors are swirling together like the cold mist and the blue on my wrist, until it's just memories and moments and it spins around in torrents, the clock's going backwards until yesterday is all we have to live for but tomorrow's still waiting for someone to break out of this falling upwards and hit the ground with enough air left in their lungs to breathe for a while, until the clouds stop whirling in their crazy dance and my kaleidoscope eyes close, once you can balance out the checkbook you'll be too poor to play this game anymore, once you balance out your mind the language will switch. Maybe she's lucky.