amimi

i haven't written in five months,

and i regret it every day

my room is a mess,

but i don't know where to start 

the homework is piling up,

and my perseverance is dwindling

i need to practice more,

i remember my first day of middle school

i was wearing washed-out jeans and a t-shirt from Target

my short brown hair was parted to the side

my sister is the most beautiful person i have ever laid eyes on

inside and out, 

she is impeccable.

she is the most generous, selfless, kind woman i have ever met

whether she's 10 minutes or 10 hours away,

I got my first grade today

it was a 37/40

I was disappointed in myself

I should've gotten 40/40

I got my second grade today

I got a 95/100

what is wrong with me?

as fall starts rolling in

and summer slows to a stop

i like to imagine many things, 

everything, nonstop

i imagine the sweet, sweet song of hooting owls after dark