Frosted Lashes

I'm It's seven and I am waiting for the bus. It's a soft breeze morning and though one hundred miles away as the crow flies I imagine the sea, salt and marsh, air.

The term wraps up this week. Five consecutive terms, 97% As, one C+. I've tried to dig to the depths of my soul, limitless I exhale all those naked truths.

More than toes in the water which laps soft and thick to the hem of my knee.

My mind races and I count my heart beats. I am beyond the edge of sleep so full am I with ambition, secrets, and sensation.