It was a long week. Almost like the smiling sun never wanted to rest. It felt like time stopped and began to tick backwards. For you, and for me time treats us differently. I create distractions, trying to pass time. But for what reason I wonder? Am I happy? Am I still waiting for something? Am I waiting for someone? I’m stuck looking forward at the nasty garbage, that I miss the beautiful shooting star that’s above me. The clock clicks constantly, and each second past turns into another regret. I begin to feel the time trap encase me. Until each star is looked upon with true awe— I will be stuck. To shatter this pitiful trap, I must break from my roots. Roots buried beneath the tree, that I’ve leaned on for strength year after year.