The Not So Never-Ending Loop

I wake up. I go to school. I go home. I do homework. I eat. I sleep. I repeat… With the goal of one day reaching the faraway lands, known as the weekend. Or coming across the occasional holiday breaks that seem to go faster than they come by. Or the days when I’ll be free from the chains of school and homework and tiredness and… I miss the old days. Back when I had less work and more time to hang out with friends and did whatever I wanted. Now everything is a blur, the days have faded into each other. I’m tired. 

I’m tired of reminiscing and worrying about the future. I want to find new hobbies. I want to explore new places. I want to meet new people and make more friends. I want to work towards my goals. I want to chase my dreams. I’m going to break the loop.

The Familiar Turn

That one turn… The familiar feeling that I would get from turning into the neighborhood every Friday night after attending Collin’s football game. I could be half asleep or fully asleep, but no matter what, I would always wake up as the car turned in. Momma would say we’re home as we backed into the driveway. And I would still have my eyes closed… hoping… Hoping that my dad would be generous enough to carry me to my bedroom again.