Mid July
the sun slowly rising
a blanket of fog hovering over the lake
nothing but a pleasant morning
gives you no choice but to sit outside.

The cool refreshing mountain breeze fills my lungs as I exhale
birds chirping in harmony
body at ease
relaxed.

Reading a classic
The Catcher in the Rye
I could feel the day offering itself to me
and I wanted nothing more
nothing more than to enjoy the moment
but I couldn’t 
eyes wandering off the page
leaves rustling
wind whistling
17
clenching on to my chair
What college is right for me?
hands and feet start to tremble
17  
blue skies turning into gray
ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, heart pounding
Should I be thinking about what to write for my essay?
Am I choosing the right major?
17

taking a deep breath
forcing myself to calm down
I felt
frozen, restricted
17
What does my future hold?
My thoughts were piling up like a landfill 
one after another
more weight fell on to my shoulders
with no sign of relief.

The priceless moment
wilted
shriveled
gone.

A moment alone
that is nice
but I wanted
answers

not a moment
not peace
answers.