And then again?
My days seem to be more and more meaningless,I am becoming weary of this slothful life. I don't study and I go to class half of the time but I still manage a 3.5 gpa.I look forward to new poets that come across the US to Texas Tech. They inspire my writings, not because I want to be like them but because I dont want to be them. They are saturated in their prestige and the vibrant words of Webster. It seems these poets are hollow, jagged figures lamenting of a life lost to them. I am meerly bored but I am sure Summer will bring new life to an old. In fact I know it will. I need to take guitar lessons to express my emotions more, music my passion that I want to persue, but the dream I cannot chase. For my dreams are abstract and this world very much concrete. Dreams cannot satiate the ever hungry "real" world so I'm forced into a life of materialism to survive. Urban jungles that replace natures, these jungles are different, they are distant and cold.
I still perfer Austin, I feel as if i can express things clearly there.
I still perfer Austin, I feel as if i can express things clearly there.