I thought the end of the year was supposed to get better. Carefree, no work, playful, happiness day after day.

Don’t seem so.

With every day it gets harder and harder. The workload is more. It’s more things I don’t understand. The smiles and laughs are becoming less and less.

Everything is just piling up.

There’s only so much time before I







He’d never seen the ocean.

His feet started to touch the sand and he became very excited. He took off his flip flops and started running.

He stopped at the top of the dune he had climbed and stared across at the sea.

The sun was half its normal size, slowly setting straight in front of him. It was an orange, yellow that was indescribable.  The clouds and sky surrounding it was a vast mix of pink, purple, orange, and yellow.

The water seemed to go on forever in all directions.

He slowly walked toward the tide. His feet hit the wet sand, and in another step it was being hit with a wave.

He closed his eyes, he wanted to savior this moment.

He’d never seen the ocean, and now he didn’t ever want to leave.

Your feet move swiftly upon the well trimmed field

The cadence plays keeping the beat

All one machine- the snares, quads and bass to no one they yield

You keep the rhythm and feel the pulse in your feet.
You stop in your spot- ready to start your show

The thing that keeps you going- that keeps you moving on

The one thing that means more to you than anyone will ever know

You could continue to do it all the way to dawn.
The drum major stands in front, hands at the ready

The drumline and pit hold their sticks

You poise your instrument to your mouth, holding it steady

The color guard waits to start their kicks.
The major moves their hands for the downbeat

The air has a crisp to it, but it feels right

It is cold, but you don’t miss the heat

You keep the cold instrument to your mouth- lips tight.
You march around the field to the drill you know by heart

You feel so much is very moment- more than anyone will ever know

You know you are better than everyone in the stands, so much more smart

You can feel everyone’s passion, the heart, the glow
In the blink of an eye the show is finished

You begin to walk off the field, slowly in a line

Everyone’s energy could never be diminished

We will always continue to shine.

The darkness seems to be closing in.

How do we make it go away?

Where do we begin?

Can it be done today?
The light is fading, it’s getting dim.

We need to find a way out.

Our hope is looking grim.

We need to find a way to change this about.
My eyes are beginning to slip.

You want me to keep holding on

But I seem to be losing my grip.

I’m already gone.

The wind slowly whips around your face.

You look up to the sky seeing the sun.

The leaves green to orange and red replace.

You think to yourself how fall has begun.
In the blink of an eye, the cold sets in.

White puffs of nothing cover the ground.

You bundle up warm up to your chin.

Then the first patch of green is found.
The flowers slowly begin to grow.

Everything is coming into bloom.

The babies are born from the doe.

And summer is here way too soon.
You can feel the seasons in the air.

They can envelop you anywhere.

White wisps of nothing floating through the air, quickly turn to harsh drops of witch-melting water. Pelting instead of drifting.

How funny that they change just as quickly as sensations coursing through the brain. Hope, wonder, and awe shift to helplessness, melancholy, and gloom.

I’m still trying to find the rainbow.

Your smirk and intimate glances with me

Leave me with a flutter in my stomach,

A hitch in my breath, and a pounding heart.

You receive smile and a wink in return.

Lookers on would think we are having

A silent lover’s conversation.

Maybe we are and we just don’t know it yet.

It doesn’t end in fire
But in ice
The cold shoulder
The endless talks reduced down to
The comfortable silence
Turns into the awkward strain
Of find something, anything to say
It doesn’t end in anger
No, no even worse
It ends in indifference
Not with a bang
But with a whimper