I stared out the window at a bird perched in its nest, cranning its neck to keep leaves over her babies from being poured on by the rain. I looked up at the clouds, their gray forms blocking any evidence of the sun. I felt envious of the bird protecting her babies and the clouds doing their job. They knew what to do when things came their way. Unlike me. I don't know what to do, I thought. It seemed like that was the only sentence my mind could form. I don't know how many times I repeated it in my head as the slow day of school seem to pass by slower and slower every second. I felt like the clock over the teacher's desk read 3:00 for six hours staight. Would this day never end? Was I damned to live this day for the rest of my life. I don't know what to do, I thought again. I became angry with myself for rushing this day to be over. It wouldn't matter if this school day ended at 3:15 like it was suppose to or it never ended keeping me here forever. Because I still wouldn't know what to do, their just wasn't a solution to my situation. No answers to my questions, no reassurance, and no one could help. Including myslef.
My Lost Thoughts
March 2, 2013