i like to write in the mournings
i haven't had time at night lately- i feel sick- or i am just too damn tired, like last night- or i really don't have time- i like writing in the mornings through because my head is only filled with my dreams, or lack there of- it has not been polluted by the bitterness that comes with biting, gnawing, stinging words of truth- so i am ignorant, now in my sun filled room- the bells are ringing and it feels like a movie really
i was walking with a friend the other day back from class- it was sunny and beautiful and there were people scattered all over the quad doing their various activities, but all enjoying the weather-he said, “look, it actually looks like a college campus,” there were people playing frisbee and laying on blankets reading- I guess he was right- I felt like we were on a set, that it was all staged- that these honest, whole people were not the same people that I knew- these people that go out and get wasted in the name of the Lord
These people that smoke away their problems and deny their dependence
These people who wander from the path and fail to see their faults
I am a part of these people, I thought
I am a part of this campus
i was walking with a friend the other day back from class- it was sunny and beautiful and there were people scattered all over the quad doing their various activities, but all enjoying the weather-he said, “look, it actually looks like a college campus,” there were people playing frisbee and laying on blankets reading- I guess he was right- I felt like we were on a set, that it was all staged- that these honest, whole people were not the same people that I knew- these people that go out and get wasted in the name of the Lord
These people that smoke away their problems and deny their dependence
These people who wander from the path and fail to see their faults
I am a part of these people, I thought
I am a part of this campus