It's Not Over.

I haven't posted in two weeks,
but it feels like it's been two months.
First semester is over.
A semester year of junior year is gone.
A semester I'll never live through again.
Not that I'd want to live it one more time.
But it's still not over.
There's still one more semester of this year.
And then two semeseters of senior year.
Then eight years in university.
When does it ever end?
Is it ever over?

Hold On.

Dear Clock,
Can you please slow down?
I can't keep up with you.
Sometimes you move so slowly,
and other times, so quickly.
I want this year to be over soon,
but I want more time too.
Can you please hold on?
I'm not ready yet.
Sometimes weeks feel like days,
and other times, days like years.
I want to move forward,
but I want to cherish the moment too.

I Don't Know

It's been more than a month since I last posted.
I just don't know what to write about anymore.
I have so many drafts waiting to be written,
but for some reason I can't pick up where I left off.
Looking back at my posts from sophomore year, I envy that girl.
That girl who had the time to reach within her heart and pour her soul out into words.
That girl who found comfort in writing.
That girl who felt required to post at least once a week.
I don't know where that girl went.
I can't seem to find her.
I hope she's still inside.
I hope I find her soon.
Because I don't know what I'll do without her.