speaking out loud, so quietly
i was looking outside my window this brisk morning,
and i realized that if i was a character in a novel -
any type of novel, mind you - a mystery, a thriller,
a love story -
that my life would be full of sexual innuendos, double
entendres - a world of endless possibilities, the taste
of history on my lips - dry like a classic red wine.
i am fucking twenty years old. do you hear the
syllables in your heard, echoing - they are almost
painful sometimes, attempting to sneak into my ears
and whisper that time is running out. hurry, hurry
it's hard to want to leave so badly, to hurry up
and jump into the world. i am so close to that degree,
only 1 1/2 years left. yet it seems that every day
slowly shackles me further to this red Georgia clay.
everyday a reminder that i am becoming apart of the
classic majority - that i will take my degree and settle
and accept the simple, easy path ahead.
but i demand that i am an adventurer,
one of those who change the world, see
the world out loud with all of the gritty
noise that accompanies these city streets,
these rural eyes.
not in any pretentious way, mind you -
but as a girl-woman who demands to make a statement.
somewhere, somehow. i will be a teacher - whether that be
of my elementary students, my fellow man, or of nature.
i don't want to go to sleep dreaming, but to dream
wide awake on mountain tops or beneath the ocean
upon cities of coral.
i seek to inspire - yet lately,
i seem to have no soul.
i hope it was not sold for a mere
attempt at some form of security.
and i realized that if i was a character in a novel -
any type of novel, mind you - a mystery, a thriller,
a love story -
that my life would be full of sexual innuendos, double
entendres - a world of endless possibilities, the taste
of history on my lips - dry like a classic red wine.
i am fucking twenty years old. do you hear the
syllables in your heard, echoing - they are almost
painful sometimes, attempting to sneak into my ears
and whisper that time is running out. hurry, hurry
it's hard to want to leave so badly, to hurry up
and jump into the world. i am so close to that degree,
only 1 1/2 years left. yet it seems that every day
slowly shackles me further to this red Georgia clay.
everyday a reminder that i am becoming apart of the
classic majority - that i will take my degree and settle
and accept the simple, easy path ahead.
but i demand that i am an adventurer,
one of those who change the world, see
the world out loud with all of the gritty
noise that accompanies these city streets,
these rural eyes.
not in any pretentious way, mind you -
but as a girl-woman who demands to make a statement.
somewhere, somehow. i will be a teacher - whether that be
of my elementary students, my fellow man, or of nature.
i don't want to go to sleep dreaming, but to dream
wide awake on mountain tops or beneath the ocean
upon cities of coral.
i seek to inspire - yet lately,
i seem to have no soul.
i hope it was not sold for a mere
attempt at some form of security.