Recess

i remember when the class bell would ring and i'd throw all my papers and books and crayons into that little cubby hole in my desk...then run outside to play basketball on those 8 foot baskets, or manifest an obstacle course out of the various jungle gym pieces...and feel that that 30 minute break was never long enough...only to sadly return to my little desk and hope my mom packed a capri sun in my lunch.

what happened to those days...when the biggest problem i faced was whether i could go to that sleepover at chang's house, or challenging myself to beat everyone else on their multiplication tables, or making sure i drew within the lines.

whatever ever happened to my lunch box? when came the day that it got thrown away, i think i should've had some say in that decision

i bring up recess because these past few weeks, congress has been taking their annual spring break. allowing me to peruse my various rss feeds, spend hours trying to find people to annoy on gchat, and browse the internet for useless entertainment such as this...



however, my normally idle mind is being overworked by thoughts of cloudiness and uncertainty. now it's full of questions...prospective inquisitions and introspective investigations. the answers not always shining. but in the end, i think i did have a say in my decisions, and i just have to live with it.

"even in darkness, there is no permanence"