{today is really summer}

{realizing you have less than half the summer}
{remembering goals that seemed plausible last night}
{eating sugar like there is no tomorrow. even though there is.}
{planning and planning}
{dreaming of beaches}
{getting tan-well, for you}
{noticing that your only friend is a bird}
{not caring about that ^^^}
{wishing for kisses. Hersheys...}
{forgetting how to blow-dry your hair}
{falling asleep on the trampoline}
{thinking you need a job}
{but remembering how good lazy feels}
{falling in love...again}
{hot grape nuts}
{zipline rides with glow sticks}
{being amused}
{doing ab workouts and failing}
{reading over 15 books already}
{going over the limit of books at the library}
{blogging, blogging, blogging}

Normal-People

It is on rare occasion that I have nothing to say.
Recently, the occasions have become less rare and more of a recurring event.
I'm not sure why--I'm not sure how it happened, but it seems to be suiting me well.
Mountains will feed you.
I'm sure of it.
My imagination is reeling me in slowly and gushing in new thoughts for me to process,
filling my normally organized and particular mind with extraordinary ideas and pictures.
And somehow, I don't feel the need to share them.
My dreams are becoming mine; I'm selfish to keep them in and I love it.
Slowly I forgot about drama and people, not caring what they think.
I've begun to watch.
Watch their eyes, watch their unusual habits.
Try to determine the meaning of emotions.
Maybe it is my recent isolation that makes people's uniqueness captivating,
but maybe it's just that I haven't noticed it quite that way before.