Traveling I write to illustrate myself. I write to keep from jumping off the highest thing around me. My goal is to make art. I want to express myself in such a way that others can consume it and digest my feelings. That others may find solace in the company of the 11 followers / 463 words
The clock glows a dim green, gently reminding me that the sun will be up soon. I sigh, and continue to type meaningless words on a page that doesn't exist.
Click Click Click Words spew onto the screen, The story of how you make me feel. How my chest aches in anguish At the distance that divides us. How I spent seasons sobbing at the sky How the brightest blue fades Contrasted with your smile. How every “I love you” I send is as sincere as the first. How every “I love you” I receive still makes me melt. How I can measure minutes in thoughts of you. And then. I crush the curious arrow always pointing left, Never letting me be right. Never letting me express myself for fear of being cast aside Funny how that unassuming arrow Holds me back from so much. Click Click Click
A blue glow casts shadows across my face. The room is silent except for the low drone of the air-conditioning unit And the grumble of the clearly miserable commentator.
The grotesqueness of Man Shown to a clouded mind. The animalistic nature Of a society that separates itself from the animals Revealed.
In the moment, Thoughts too jumbled to express The stark realization. The realization that society is sick. A pustule ready to burst Packed with the greed and malice of the masses And the Hypocrisy of a people Where being equal means being white Where opportunity only lies in lineage
And then the sharpness and soundness returns And all those realizations fade Chalked up to delusions of a drug induced dementia
My dorm. A small room Inhabited by two people No room for decoration or privacy Covered in Garbage Walls clad in solid red brick Much like a prison My dorm.
Wake up, Groggily stumble to the shower, A few minutes pass, A thud lets me know that my time is up My roommate grumbles and shuffles past I eat breakfast, Alone. I make my pilgrimage to classes. The day goes by. A blur. I sleep. Wasted time. Wasted youth.