dying to live

I spend too much time.

Too much time on sports, homework, sitting in cold classrooms.

By the time I’m done with all of it, it’s time to brush my teeth and go to bed.

My life is on a revolver belt.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

I wish. I wish I had time for other things.

Oh, what I would do for that time.

Time to go up the canyon and look at the changing colors, time to go that scary movie on Tuesday night, time to visit the butterfly biosphere with my sister. Time to finally finish that one book, time to actually go swimming in my pool, time to enjoy sunset moments.

Life moves too fast. And I want to LIVE. I don’t want to die one day with memories of repeated days filled with homework, sports, and sleep.

I’m dying to live.