Time.

I don't feel anything. I feel the same.

My status as a "graduate" has not registered
in my brain yet. But that's alright with me.

The summer is here, and all I care about now
is getting a job. And possibly a summer love.
I wouldn't mind that one bit.

School is out, and I don't want my summer
to be ruined by sad feelings.

So I'll just pretend graduation didn't happen.

I'll soak up as much sun as possible, 

and if i'm lucky, I'll look like Meg Abel
by the end of these 3 months.

She's a mut. And she's black. It's ridiculous.

I'll spit seeds and drink raspberry shasta everyday
while listening to Sweet disposition.

I'll dance to miike snow
whenever the opportunity is presented.

I'll water balloon jr. high kids as often as possible.

I'll play pickle ball like a retired woman,
and pwn everyone.

I'll swim in my clothes in adam's pool,
because it's tradition.

I'll have an avatar marathon,
and pretend I am a water bender.

I'll stay up looking for shooting stars in lake powel.

I'll keep the habits of scripture study,
otherwise my summer will go downhill.

I'll write in my journal more,
because these are the moments I don't want to forget. 

I'll live in every moment,
and cherish the ones that have past.

Because this is my time,

and I won't let it go to waste.