QueenBee

A bracelet.

The bracelet.

There's a difference.

For me, my bracelet is the bracelet.

The bracelet of my dreams.

Of my story.

Of my past.

Of my life.

Growing up isn't something you enjoy

Unless you're, like,

Five,

And the world is still golden,

And you can't see

The hourglass

And the grains of sand

Falling

Falling

Back to school

Isn't back to school anymore

But it feels like it is.

It started a month ago

A month and one week ago

And still it feels like the first day.

I came from sixth grade. 

I don't know

If I'm the only one who has these things

But I figured I'll write about it anyway;

After all, the whole point of writing

Is to share

Your life

Your story

Your perspective

Dreaming

To me

Is a space where you float

Where you soar

Where you fly.

There are no limits.

It's not the future

But sometimes the past.

They don't define you.

They free you.

Band is something I don't know how to put into words

It's a medley

It's chaos

Of all the different instruments piled together

But it sounds amazing

When we come together

And really HEAR

And FEEL