i feel like i’m hopping out of one hamster cage and right into another.
round and round; no time for tea, crumpets, or conversation.
as a kid i was never good at double dutch. i was terrified of jumping out.
so i just stayed in. hopping until the recess bell rang. pissing everyone else off who wanted a turn.
i don’t want to miss my summer.
attempting to turn my glances into stirring memories.