And the clock. The clock keeps ticking. And the time and date are everywhere. No matter the time of year, I always view the calendar days, weeks and months as "flying by."
But it is bedtime now--way past my bedtime. I have done all that I will do for now. After some sleep, maybe I can convince myself (and encourage those who are low in spirit) that life is going to work itself out. That no matter how weighted I feel with the days events, I will probably live to see another average human day--eventful or not.
And I hope for boredom. Some simple boring summer days where I can finally say that old saying:
No...not fuck you!
Though that phrase can be cathartic,
I am speaking of that childhood moment when kids adamantly insist...
"Ma! I am soooooo bored. There's nothing to do."
And if you're a girl...
"Boys get to do EVERYTHING!"
(And it was true. And my mother did not argue with that part.)
~MissNikkiAnn
"May your summer bring rejuvenatingly boring moments."
*MissNikkiAnn throws pixie dust into the air, hoping it will touch and unburden many, even herself.