Loop By Erick Barbosa
When I dream I ask myself Who I am Who I was Why I’m here right now Maybe that’s not the question Or is it? By the end I have to wake up and start again opening the doorways of reality until I fall into a loop that consumes me Until a new day finally starts. First I woke up on a Monday feeling like Sugar Honey Iced Tea Waiting for the Slow Blue Bus every week waiting in classes feeling the same vibe until Summer arrives hear the clock ticking 2:36 every afternoon, I start to think on Fridays More than anything, unimaginable Father, Mother, Sister, A Family, my family Wake up Dress up Show up Saturday feeling like A new teenager Trying to enjoy all I can with my friends 45
