Muse_Of_Orpheus

The spark started small

In a 17 year old student,

who made friends with the artist. 

She let it grow in her heart,

and then passed it on

by showing kindness to the outsider

and it was the tensest last period class I've ever been in. Well, for me, at least, 

and maybe only for me - when the announcement came on to secure 

the school, no going outside, continue as normal, 

There's this random office building across the Cinemark downtown.
Sometimes, when I go there,
I'll watch a dumb movie at the theater,
Then tiptoe past glass windows of desk workers.

Oh science class

Sitting in our schoolish chairs

Trying to write a poem 

A poetic poem

And R. says

Confetti rains down as flying squirrels fill the screen

You read your acceptance letter and I'm filled with overwhelming happiness

But I'm not ready

I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.

The world above me muted.

The water cooling my skin.

Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.

That miracle.

Oh, how I wish I were underwater.