Everyday

the same old thing.

As I sit at my tiny, black desk at home,

thinking about how it used to be.

I would wake up at the last minute,

throw my hair into a bun and brush my teeth.

After getting ready at a World Record speed,

I would say goodbye to my roommate and walk out the door.

People watching as I stared out Willard’s fourth floor window,

thinking about everything except the lecture going on.

Trying to count how many more times

I would have to walk up and down the Willard stairs.

Towards the middle of the day, I’d find myself on line for a coffee.

Ordering the same thing and waiting in line

with the same people as the day before.

Learning their names as they get called up for their iced drink.

Later in the day, I would be cuddled up on a couch in Perkins,

Preferably close to the windows so I could have natural lighting.

Sitting there procastinating doing my work,

as I look for new songs to add to my Spotify playlists.

I meet my friends at CR later on in the evening,

and check the dinner menu on the walk there.

After placing our dirty plates and dishes on the conveyor belt,

we all walk back to Russell C with an ice cream cone in our hands.

We all settle down with a movie or show to end the day,

fighting over who we think is going to get the final rose that night.

We all say our goodnights and fall asleep,

to do the whole thing all over the next day.

Now here I am sitting in my room,

at my tiny, black desk at home.

Thinking about how I have fallen

into yet another daily routine

I’m doing the same things everyday,

finding myself in a continous cycle.

The only difference between these two routines,

is that now I’m by myself rather than with all of my friends.

Now I am here, feeling trapped as I’m with my family,

missing being away from home.

Finding myself trying to understand whats happening right now,

and just hoping it will all be over soon.