frame by frame

I told myself it'd be different each time, but it's noon soon and I'm still in bed.

School feels like a dizzying blur leaving me so tired and overwhelmed. Funny how the thought of me retaining seems more real to Faith than it does to me. Anyways, no more of this gloominess.

Let's be happy kids and dance in fields of gold twirling in pretty dresses feeling the warmth of the sun on our faces and bare arms and fall in a satisfied heap atop a blanket. At when nightfall comes, let's lie on our backs with our fingers intertwined and bask in the cool night air savouring the silence looking up at the twinkling stars knowing tomorrow'll be even better.