15 august 2026
a summer before college
why did i never do all the things i now rush to experience the last hurried two weeks, before things change forever? i never found love, never read all those books, that weigh down my shelves, give withering looks. never biked way past midnight, beneath starry dark my lovely friend and i: alone in the park never did write any story with meaning just a factual journal, my day, and no dreaming why now do i try to write out all those dreams? to make whole the unfinished dreams all around to read one book at a time, and close covers and cry to eat the green apples to explore to care and to try. this is not my last chance but i leave and go far and i do not know what i will be able to bring my friends in this town i will leave... my room full of unfinished things... my grandparents old, my father aloof my love unresolved, my cat so very floof. these last two weeks i must do the things i love and keep on doing, and trying, no matter where my life goes. the future may be a fog but a fog that hugs me, and tells me to trust that there will be plenty of apples and books and love in this life.
ignore how bad this poem is... I'm just kinda sad I'm only now just doing all the things I wish I'd done sooner...