Imagine a small tree that has survived a hurricane, but in the process of trying to hold stead to the roots it is loosing branches. . .leaves. . .colors. . .I am that little tree struggling to hold on as the eye of the storm passes right now.
Tick. . .tock. . .tick. . .tock.
Oh, clock slow down so I can catch my breath.
“Zzzzz. . .zzzzz. . .zzzzz”
Oh, phone stop reminding me I have text messages waiting.
Beautiful Detroit Tiger blue jacket, jump off that chair and hide yourself in my laundry. . .I don’t want to be reminded that this internship is stealing me away from a spring break with my closest friends.
USF deadline e-mail, please hide in my spam folder until I’m ready to finish sending in my packet. . .oh, and packet, hop into my backpack until I’m ready to go straighten you up.
Oh, cloud of ecstasy (also known as Bed), don’t tempt me to go to bed before 9:30 p.m. I always give in when you whisper my name after a long first half of the week. Oh, there you go looking so charming.
Tonight I am anti-social and exhausted. I have deactivated my Facebook. I have now just silenced my phone. I am taking a “Just for me” night. I have had a terrible week, but let’s be real, you don’t want to hear about my problems. You have your own. We all do. I won’t burden anyone but my God with my worries, because let’s face it my problems may be minuscule compared to yours. And, like Bella says, “This is just a moment in time.”