there could be nothing better
than the 8 pm light
on an evening in june.
we carry possibilities on our shoulders that feel weightless simply because of the sheer lightness of anticipation
plans and dreams fill our mouths and ears and minds
as we dream about the light on future evenings in july
and i turn 17
and my summer is filled with work
and college essays
and AP summer assignments
but my assignments are filled with potential to leave my town
my essays are filled with facts about myself i've yet to discover
my work is filled with laughter and new opportunities
my summer is surrounded by the pure glow of love and a warm breeze in august
as the end approaches, we become tiresome of the sun and the sand on our skin
and we go back
but there is always a part of us in september
that wishes that warm june light was on us again.
now is just the beginning of the rest of our lives
the rest of our summer.
summer of 16 and 17 years, summer where dreams are chased, summer where reason is forgotten, summer where love is founded.
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OverigIf you have chosen to read this, thank you. I hope i can relate to things going on in your life and give some insight on how to get through hard situations. All stories are true, all thoughts are mine. -Sarah
