I look.
I see green swaying with the sounds of birds, bugs, and children.
I sit and watch how everything keeps moving.
Whether I\'m there in the front or in the back, I watch people pass by me.
I sit in a room, staring at a screen, highlighted in yellow and green, writing down notes and definitions of different terms and words—things that will help build my future.
On other days, I\'m in my safe place, looking at a blank page, eventually spilling colors and feelings, leaving a mark that resembles me.
Other times, I lie in bed and scribble in my notebook things that will never be said.
And most of all, I think about time and what it has to say.
I look at my clock, and it reads 6:00 a.m. I look again, and it\'s already time for bed.
What a minute can do. What an hour can feel like.
But over 365 days, I wonder how such a simple life can quietly eat away at my time.