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.

pressing pause.

attempting to turn my glances into stirring memories.

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