JayJay

This morning I woke up

to find my phone hadn't charged last night,

so I plugged it in while I stumbled through my morning routine

and picked it up right before I hurriedly left the scene.

Filled with raucous noise

from more than just one voice,

symphonies blaring in my head

and they never seem to end.

My state is in the negatives

from the emotion that peruses me.

I sit down with a bowl of soup,

take my spoon, and begin to scoop.

My mind spins as I go through the motion

for it knows no rest.

I hear no commotion

as I slurp and digest.

“Look at her,”

There was a lovestruck girl obsessively drawing hearts on her note card 

“look at past you.”

Sincere love flowed from her fingertips.

She believed she was loved.

“Do you think she's dumb?”

My leisure was over 
quicker than expected. 
Now I'm back to doing homework 
but keep getting distracted. 
Another glance at the clock 
Another 30 minutes gone. 

They are the flow

from which all grow.

Every water molecule,

all very miniscule,

pass through the membrane

with no strain.

In and out,

up and down,

side to side