As I go,
My mind is excited and exciting
But I see the faceless faces,
expressionless, wanting
faces but not grasping
at the ones they could have.

There are two boxes.
I am on the outer box, and
the faceless horrors on the inner.

My college life so far is
"The difference of squares,"
writes the calculus teacher.
Speedy notes to get back to the thought I had.

Crying in despair about
never crying about being happy,
I realize that the faceless all
enjoy the meta-humor.
Even without mouths, I can hear their cackles.

Why are we alone? We few
colored souls, drowning in a sea
of grey pidgeons,
messenger birds from
the great shepherds.
They send wavelengths by
robotic pideon neurotransmitters.
It sounds silly, but they do it.

When the message flies
free
to our drums,
we hear,
"Dude, shouldda come drinking with us after the game last night."
"I'd rather not, the color is important to me."
Color is vibrancy; keep it, keep it please!