I am quiet
Alone is a world with no sound
I sit waiting for something
For color to reach this world
For warmth to fill my heart
Then I hear a load boom
Colors burst throughout the world
Tree's become green
The sky become like a beautiful rainbow
And I find myself in a crowd
I walk slowly through the world
The colors touch my heart
But I feel like something is missing
So I search
High and Low
Through this ocean of people
Over the flush dew covered grass
I walk under the rainbow colored sky
I know that one day that small hole in my heart will be filled
Someday, because I am waiting for someone special
I'm waiting for you
But no matter how beautiful this sky it
Or how the colors warm my heart
I'll still be a grey, quiet soul
Until I see you, and my breath is taken away
So remember, I'm waiting for you
Under that rainbow colored sky

On Sunday morning I can always count on my mom to wake up struggling to unlock the door, with the tiny key. Normally the rattling door knob would scare me but I know that it's her. After I let her in I crawl in bed making sure I leave enough space for her to join me, she then says, "You have any plans today"
"No"
"You wanna go to breakfast"
"Sure"

Now this conversation normally varies based on certain events but that is the main conversation we have. See, Sunday Morning breakfast at June's dinner is a tradition for us. We always go at least once a weekend. We share stories about our  week, what happened on Saturday if either of us had gone out, etc. Last time she put me on a guilt trip when we were talking about college next year, "Who will I have breakfast with when you leave." That had to be the most hurtful thing she could have said. I already have anxieties about leaving her, but that was just the icing on the cake. Anyway, I have to go, she waiting for me to go to breakfast, now.

When I woke up this morning I got to enjoy a hot shower, finally, with my ferret running around the bathroom floor and attacking my clothes. What a brilliant way to start the day, so why don't I feel so brilliant?

Today I had to be to work at 3pm. I got off at 10pm and didn't get home until 11:43pm. Something is definitely wrong with that. So because of that I don't really have the time to write the story and wanted to and to be honest I am just exhausted and I just want my credit for today. Maybe I'll have some better luck tomorrow :/

I completely forget about it when I start to make my long journey home. Minding my own business while I listen to Adele to drawn out the screaming babies, and the loud conversation of the women behind. Looking out the window, I think about what I have to do for school, how hungry I am, or that funny joke Mr. Miles told about Andre today in class. Before I know it, my bus stop comes. I excuse myself through the long aisle of people on the bus, wishing I had gone out the back. I finally get off after thanking the bus driver, which most people normally don't do. I feel kind of bad for them, because I know how much I hate SEPTA and I can only imagine how bad they feel. So I hope that maybe my "thank you" will make them feel like someone appreciates their job, and understands their struggle. Anyway, the air has been colder these days, and the winds stronger, so I fight my way on the quick journey home. Then there it is, I see it as I arrive on my tiny block of Uber st. "Aww Man, I forgot" I whisper to myself. Stopping in my tracks I shortly contemplate turning back around, but then I remember it's after 7 and I can't use my transpass is up, I'm trapped so I must continue. Walking up the steps, I swear I hear that scary music that comes on right before you die in movies. I stick my arm out, and lift up the lid. Holding my breathe in fair of what I may find. I lean over and see..... A Vogue magazine, and a PECO bill. I breath out, "No rejections" I whisper to myself. I walk up the steps feeling a bit better then I did before. But oh no, I forgot about my email... To be continued...

Didn't get into BU