A Look Into Jules' Glass Bottle

End of Beginning As the year comes to an end, I notice the flaws I dread. I somehow always manage to procrastinate through twenty-four hours of my day. My future creeps upon me, ever so near. Thirteen years, just like that— gone in a snap. I remember second grade, moving a small paper along colored posters rewarding my good behavior. I remember fourth grade, as a nine-year-old, guiding my little sister’s hand to the playground for recess. I remember sixth grade, swinging on a makeshift seat, tied to a tree with rope— summer camp memories held true. I remember eighth grade, laughing on a crowded bus, the engine humming beneath us, off to adventure, hearts racing with the rush. I remember tenth grade, propping open my laptop to join a live lesson or two. And soon, I’ll have to wait and see what I’ll remember from my last year— much to my relief, well, there goes those thirteen years— just like that, gone in a snap.

                                                                                                               You Were My Last You trapped me in your arena Tied my strings like a puppet But I held my secret Silenced my conscience While you took the stage Buried in roses I was buried in the ashes I clung to a vision A mirage of expectation With your deception You made it an endless drain I thought it to be my first A chance of love Yet the cards of fate Turned far too late I wanted it to be us But it’d just hurt me if it was The poison in disguise Were those little white lies Those eyes were once My seal of fate But now I can’t meet them Without a...