I know I said I quit... and I do... but sometimes you just have to write what's on your mind. I doubt many of you will be able to decipher this... thing... I'm about to put in here, but if you know me really well, you might pick up bits and peices. Feel free to ask me if you're not sure... or just leave a comment and let me know what you think.
I've never seen so many cigarettes being smoked.
Everyone is on edge.
Everything is out of focus.
Some seek an outlet.
Some let their worry consume them.
Regardless of where you're from-
It's on your mind.
"Parrallel- turn it in."
"Why do them college boys always wear them faggot white shoes?"
I was looking forward to the game-
Now it's cancelled.
Going backward is always harder,
Drop the hips and follow with the arms.
It's the constant struggle of finding who you are.
The sax is deep and warm.
Contract.
Pose.
Plank.
Turn.
Thank God for matching.
How is it that the worst things in life seem to bring out the best in us?
1,000 plus in need, but cancel class and the only help given will be to serve drinks to the overwhelming crowds at the bars.
"I can't stand the rain- against my window."
Everything becomes clearer in profile.
"Group one, you can go to the bar for a glass of punch."
Tell me we're just being overly cautious.
No water.
No bread.
Margarita party underway.
Find a way not to be an on-looker.
Don't be afraid to let go.
Open your eyes- and just be content to be.
I see everything from my corner.
Why take a picture when it could all be gone tomorrow?
Would you even want to face it...
Count.
Count beats. Count blessings. Count rations.
24 beats and you're done.
Breathe in and let it go.
My body is tired, but my mind is awake.
It's unescapable.
I wish I had a camera.
"I had ya'll at hello."
The good ones are always taken.
Who has time to dream when sleep is so rare?
It's so rare.
Five second opinions, all the same answer-
Christmas won't be the same this year.
Five minutes to wrap up a lifetime of movement.
A couple of hours to remove your womanhood- your gift from God.
A flashlight.
A bottle of water.
A little bravery.
A little something stronger to make it go down easier.
Still breathing- a good sign.
But nothing is in our control.
If you actually read all of that... you are amazing. Thank you. (In case you hadn't noticed... that is what we "english majors" call "stream of consciousness" writing. Hope you got something out of it... please comment.
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