dear teacher,
it's true I could've been studying all night for this test. however, is it not the reason that we are taking this so that we can form a future for ourselves? well yesterday I decided I wasn't going to live in the future, I wasn't going to live in the past, I was going to live in the present. fighting dragons in the woods that turned out just to be low lying branches like when I was a kid, and accepting awards for amazing performances in the shower like I was an adult. from my research, I've concluded that there is no present because the present is made from the stitches of the past and the prospects of the future, yet at the same time none of that.
so, no, I didn't study all night for your test. fighting dragons and accepting awards seems like a better use of my time anyways.

my mind was filled with darkness
a pit of nothing until nothing became everything.
no light to see,
a dark night
and the stars seemed to have left the sky after losing their celestial battle.
I had nowhere to go,
because I couldn't see around me.
but then I saw a light,
and I followed the light,
and it led me to you.
my dark sky now had sunlight
and I could open my eyes without fear.
the darkness inside of me was fading
as your light took root.
even on the days it seems the darkness is going to win,
your light never falters.
thank you for being my sunshine,
I'll try to bring the stars back for you.

soft patter on rooftops
while I stare at the wall
thoughts running miles through my head.
slow down I mutter, but there is no use.
it's 1am but I seem to think I can change my life
defeat the demons reeking havoc through my mind,
conquer enemies in shiny armour.
overall I just think of reasons why I'm a not so good person
or what I need to change.
who I want to die,
who I want to live.
maybe one day I'll rule a kingdom
or maybe one day I'll die alone.
nobody ever thought about the people who manage both.
terrifying thoughts,
but equally satisfying.
it's at this point in the night when I write novels without paper
create stories without ink
flowing masterpieces never to be told
never even to be remembered
except in a fleeting dream
a simple moment
and then it's
g
o
n
e.
almost like it never existed in the first place.
is that what's meant of all of this?
are we all geniuses until someone tells us otherwise and we believe them?
when does it all stop.
when does it slow down.
why won't it slow down.
I just want it to slow down.

and i love you
and thats all i know
and the pain
i know that too
of my mind aching as it thinks of you
the ease of doubt
sinking deeper down
an anchor
you, my sail
take me away
take me away