Now that it's done with

I felt like some kind of a hippie;
pondering life and being sorrounded by nature.
But I enjoyed it.
After all of this I'm a little more aware of the time we have on this Earth, in this lifetime.
I can't say I like it.
I also can't say I hate it, time going by so fast.
It's all so complicated, and now that I'm thinking about it, I can't stop.
This is all starting to be all jumbled up, words and thoughts all mashed up together.
Thinking too much is crazy.
crazy crazy crazyyy

Day 5

Sitting on the bank of the resaca, I try my hand at skipping stones.
After failing multiple times I lie down and gaze contently out at the ducks and turtles, minding thier own businesss and paying no attention to me.
Everything's quiet, no sirens, traffic jams, helicopters.
It's times like these that I'm truly at peace.
It's also these times that I'm terrified.
I don't want life to pass me by.
I want it all to stop.
Just press pause on the remote of life,
to sit back and actually watch for a moment.
To take it all in.

Day 4

The light shines through the window panes, glaring into my eyes.
I raise my head off the couch armrest and blink several times to push away the sleep.
Shuffling to the balcony, I'm greeted by cool air, a nice feeling.
A sweet change.
I curl up on the fold-out chair and look out at the tall buildings.
I'm kind of saddened, that the sun is pretty much obscured by these manmade slabs of glass and concrete.
I go back inside and settle back onto the couch, my spirits dampened.

Day 3

Family trip to the aquarium.
I'm terrified of marine animals.
So I slouch around the place, sticking to the walls.
We enter a brightly lit blue room, and my littlest sister pulls me over to a small tank.

I peek into the water filled tank and see dozens of five pointed critters.
I laugh softly and tap the glass, thinking over how different out worlds are.
And how we don't even know the other exist.
The starfish and I.
Opposite parts of the universe.

Before I know it I'm the last one in the room.
Once again, I've been lost in thought.

Day 2

I'm jogging down the block, my iPod blaring Nancy Sinatra's "bam bam".
I hear nothing else besides my heart thundering inside my ribcage.
Everything's quiet, peaceful, and calm.
I love evening like this, where it's just me and the night.
I see the lights, bright and blinding, zooming by and I realize.
Time is passing me by.
Encredibly fast.
So I slow down.
And I walk the rest of the way home.

Day 1

I make my way across the weed ridden field in the back of my house;

wondering "Isn't Nature supposed to be gentle and sweet?

Instead of sharp and full of so many..thorns?"

I was looking foward to this assignment because it gave me the

chance to get out into the open and actually breathe a little.

But after being bitten by mosquitos, scared witless by

bees, and being scratched by angry sharp grass/thorns,

I was starting to get a bit weary of Mother Nature's pressence.

I flopped down on a rock and started to take a big swig from my water bottle

when..there!

Right there.

A tiny little flash of red caught my attention.

Could it be?

A ladybug!

It had been months, no years, since I'd last seen one.

Carefully picking it up, I set it on my palm and just watched.

Time flew past and I realized I had wasted an entire afternoon.

An afternoon, which was supposed to be dedicated to an

English Project.

All that time used up by my me staring at a tiny little red beetle.

It looks like Mother Nature sidetracked me once again.