me: "Why do we learn?"
Him: "To become a beneficial storm."

Wherever I go, I find
Something new about me, about you.
I am no mystery, you are no new.
Yet we always stand here to learn and grew...
Each passing day is incognito like I hide my selfhood in you.
You carry, I flow..
You demand, I show
You attempt, I undergo..
Together on this journey, we grow...

there comes a time where
everyone moves on
two steps; one
one step,
three.
but i suddenly am starting to think.
i need to move on
and take 18;

I repeated every lesson,
          hearing every drowning
word...

Every syllable that was recast,
       but I never learnt a single...

done over,
                        duplicated..

Reproduced as another version of
              the same verse..


Everything was!
                refashioned,

redone, remade..
   In the fashion of what was before.

But even though I sat in every class..

        I never took a single word in..


The teachers changed, but I remembered
                     that one who made me resit


every lesson....

I cant see anything in this crammed space...

                    But hopefully one day some
one will cover me for a toilet break..

And I'll be peace....


I resit every lesson and still
                      all I see is deathly words..
                                       Never heard,
   but reverberating though hollow bones

I'll never look back,
as that isn't the way I'm heading.
It's always a belated imprint that was walked
            over so many times before
I'd even thought of looking at the reflection.

Of where I'd come from.
             I'm always schooling myself from
the errors that gave me  D- minus but
         as I walk on I've got regraded to a B-

                                        What!!
life's hard an  A* isn't archivable

But I worked ******* my mistakes and a B is
      better than the D as you could have fell
                            and ended up a E-

Empty of what life's worth..

Grow from pain,
Learn from mistakes,
Embrace your scars.

I'm going to take all of my scars
And build a highway to the stars.
I'll learn how to love myself
And stop living like an elf
Stuck on a shelf.
It will be the hardest journey
Of my life, no doubt.
But in the end, I'll find something
Worth writing about.

Abstract illustration,
for likened is neither
                       words or form.

Were just memories,
                    silhouettes
of then and before, afterimages..

Thinking were real, but were diodes
of light fixed re-watched...
observed a thousand times..

We never realise that we weren't here,
                just a replayed moment...

Look behind you,
        to late..

             were not really here..


"Just a moment being rerun,
                   did you hear me when

I said that, yes that's me not you..
don't worry, just sleep. Shhhhh….

Everything will be fine in the morning...