The Safest Way Into Tomorrow

So here I sit, wet hair dripping down my back, my mom's voice echoing in my head about how I need to go blow it dry, listening to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and nursing a painful headache. That's the problem with vacations—you get lazy if you're not careful, and well I have gotten lazy. But oh well, school will be starting soon enough, and I will be working my butt off.

I miss summer. It was a good time, for different reasons. In the beginning, it was spending time with the friends I loved like brothers and sisters; but in the end, it was meeting new people, and helping out. Doing something for the greater good. I miss those easy days of summer.

Sleep, don't turn away you are the safest way into tomorrow

Dreams, if you will stay, or at least the best parts let us borrow