This week's Young Writers Project piece by Zach Ward, a senior at Northfield High School, is an elliptical look at the frenzy we often feel about trying to see, feel, experience as many things as we can all at once. For more great student writing go to youngwritersproject.orgPart of me feels foolish - like that was ever even possible. But most of me knows no regret, just circles--winding wildygrowingspinesandteethwithTIME. It's a shifting of gears, a stopping and stuttering and grinding (again to life) that's only audible when you slow your blood at night to devour, in earnest, that ancient machinery resting, silently, above us. The semblance of motionless matter that binds us, reminds us to look up when we haven't got anything better to do anyways.
I feel like there are continents asleep on your nightstand. I feel like there are so many roads left for us. I find myself salivating. I find myself following your hoarse laughter through time, changing slowly, shifting and churning like a pair of runaway stars - nestled in not-knowing, orbiting one another. And I guess I've been holding on to this, like one of the many-colored pens inside my back pocket that I fumble for when life begins to roar, like television static, and I don't have the heart to dial it back in again.