it’s not as cold anymore. i wake up and drink my coffee in dark. i like the early mornings. the sun goes up before i leave, freshness is in the air. busy days. going to school is not such a burden anymore. not when we study african american history, not when the lessons seem to be shorter than usually because i simply like my subjects, not when there are people i feel i can talk to.
things are easier. time passes by there’s less time than before. there’s always less time than before. but days go by quickly. i don’t even look at the clock anymore. i don’t need to.
i flow with the time.