Weeks and Days, by Rose Holl

Days go by FAST. 

Weeks go by S L O W.

I push through the weeks like I’m 

                                                running in quicksand.

The days run pass me like a jet. 

                                 I wake up after a long night sleep.

                   That felt like seconds

              My dreams fly away from me.

                    Just like my jet days.

                             Weeks are a big blanket.