A-Red-Balloon

Last week was the last full week of school for me.  I have one more day, then I exempted out of all of my exams.  Fun.  I don't even know how many of my friends are going to be at school tomorrow.  I think it's going to be really boring, but I'm kinda being forced to go. Anyway...There was something about the last week of school that was different.  I mean, I went to school in my normal routine, but I realized that some of the people in my classes I'm never going to see again.  Like the seniors, for example.  And the really smart asian that I almost had a crush on.  But besides that, I realized that my life as an underclassman is over.  I'm

I run.  A lot. I get one rest day every two weeks.  My "recovery" days are at least 5 miles long.  My "long" days are...much longer.  But I never get tired of it. Running is freedom.  Running is hapiness.  Running takes away the pain. Maybe that's why I love running so much.  And maybe that's why I hate track season. When I'm on the track, there is no freedom.  It's lap after lap of pain in the intense Florida heat.  The only hapiness from running on a track is the hapiness of being done with the workout. And I'm not fast.  My 100m sprints are more like 100m jogs.  My 800m races are slower than they should be considering how much I run.

I'm writing this journal entry, again, because I'm bored.  I thought I might tell people a little about my poetry, so that if they read it, they may understand it a little better. First of all, you may notice that NONE of my poems rhyme.  To me, rhyming kinda ruins the mood of the poem.  Rhyming makes a poem seem more playful and less serious.  I like my poems to seem serious. Another thing...99% of my poems have some kind of story behind them.  I just don't usually tell the story.  Use your imagination. Something else is that my poems aren't supposed to have titles.  Most of them, I write on paper first and just so happen to want to share