Dark circles under brown eyes,

Permanent since sixth grade,

From too many nights with too little sleep.

But why sleep when I can learn and laugh and think?

Entire universes reside within,

Swellling and mingling and glowing with a thousand ideas,

Pushing out everything else until there's no room to focus,

Too much and too little lives in my head.

Squishy soft and out of breath,

And a promise of "Tomorrow, I swear."

Edges rounded and arms strong,

Perfect for hugs.

Nervous smiles and bubbling panic

Never far away;

Loud laughter and sarcasm

Reserved for loved ones.