On the verge of spring break, except I’m no longer in school. Now I’m waiting for the soccer season to end as spring transitions to summer and the rain gives way to silk lightened sun.

My sleep cycle is so far off that the mundanity of week days doesn’t clock my brain as I sleepwalk through the beginning of each morning.

Heartthrob honey baby, staring into X-rays wondering why I can’t see your soul.