Apply Directly To The Forehead!

Appropriately titled, because current events have been bearing down with some annoying force. Kind of like the man in the 'HeadOn' commercials. Just won't shut up. I mean. I get it. Apply directly to the forehead. I got it the first million times.
And the Shamwow! guy too. Don't even get me started. I'll stab you sir. Oh goodness..haha.
Summer. Just wow. Summer is finally here. I feel like this isn't real. I feel like I should be worrying about homework. Thinking about practice. Planning outfits for the next day. I guess I'm just so used to the unnecessary stress of school. But it's so great just to fall asleep late and wake up so nicely the next day. Feel the warmth of the morning sun heat your groggy skin. I get goosebumps just thinking about it. Thinking about how many days I'll spend in my own thoughts. Doing things I actually enjoy. With people I love. This is going to be a revolutionary break. For me, it's a summer of trying. The summer of hoping, dreaming, believing, realizing, and revisiting. It's a summer of growing up. Lots and lots of growing up to do. Such a young sixteen on the horizon.
Sixteen...it sounds so crazy. I'm very ready for it. But, I'm also very apprehensive. Why? Beats me. I guess I'm just foolish. Things are just changing so fast. I feel like I'm taking life in leaps and bounds, rather than the steps our parents taught us to take from the beginning. It seems way too fast. I remember just yesterday sitting on the hot driveway of a friend's, sucking on popsicles and staying out all day. Rainy day crafts. Making chair forts in the front dining room. Having some of our innocent firsts. Discovering my love for music. Discovering love.
It all comes back to me so vividly. It's all so far away. Short video reels and faded Polaroid pictures flicker through my wandering mind at night, along with all the other thoughts I follow to the gates of sleep. At night, I take a walk with friends and family, here and afar, down my own boulevard of dreams. Not broken though. Just a little aged. Maybe a little worn down too. A little too much remembering I guess. I find myself chasing after them from time to time; wildly running after these few things I have left of my younger self. It's tiring.
These last couple of days have been trying. Summer doesn't treat everyone the same, you know. But I guess it's kind of this writer's fault. What can I say, I'm a difficult person. Sarcasm. Regular. Totally crazy and erratic. But understanding, respectful, loyal and true. My name is Alex, have we met? Of course we have...back to post one, I guess.
I've finished for the night. I'm going to unmake my bed. Throw the sheets down and tuck myself in between these two thin plaid blankets. Say my prayers and lay to my left, steadily breathing to the hum of my fan and the deep snore of my dog. I'll lull myself to sleep, and dream about things I just can't get my mind off of.

Funny how the night moves, as Bob Seger says.

Yes, Mr. Seger. Funny indeed.