A snapshot
Insignifigant in the moment but oh so important now
The silence of the room the burst of joy the imediate downfall
Spiraling
Alone
Dark 6 days a week but that one day that one day that makes it all worth it the one day you sit in a field miles apart, faces covered and arms outstreched but never touching
Then you go back to little black boxes like the seats in a theater, talking infront of a class has never seemed scarier
Oh to go back
To That insignifigant day
Written as a spoken word so it doesnt have the same vibe
P.S. my auto correct is broken so theres a few mistakes