5 more days. End of break. End of fun. End of relaxing. End of boredom. Not really excited. Not really bummed. Mellow. Haven't done anything today. Won't do anything tomorrow. Don't really care. Mellow. When mellow hits can't fight it. Not that you don't care, just that you don't feel. Time slipping away. Time going so fast, you get left behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sweet summer rain falling gently down the ground is slick black headlights play in the distance leaning against a cold brick wall smoking thinking smoking dreaming visions dance inside your head confusing everything they've ever said wondering what it's like to be dead you're done lean harder against the wall smoking thinking smoking constantly dreaming a mind so busy a mind so lost a mind so lovely leaning against a cold brick wall trying so hard to escape trying so hard not to fall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poems don't rhyme early enough. Always dark. Not really satisfied with writing. Not anymore. Listening to Dream a little dream of me. Good song. Sad voice. 5 more days. Tomorrow it will only be 4. Time goes so quickly.