Writing

We are all born containing a roll of wool

Soundlessly, mine intertwined with yours

My other half

Merged and fused 

Not on a leash nor a chain 

A delicate soft lace 

Buttercup was nothing again. 

She does  this a lot 

Her party girl persona runs out pretty fast 

As I stood there

Crying in the rain

I stopped and stared

At the sunset before me

My tears fell faster

As I remembered

The feel of his arms

Around me

And thought of how

Distant he’s been

When I come home from school

and my parents ask how my day was

my answer is almost always

"Irritating"

or

"Bad"

or

"A pain in the butt".

Why?

Because my classmates will

scream

Type-A students are concerned about grades, sports, extra-curriculars, and future college admissions. We are very much perfectionists, obsessive about awards, recognition and academic achievement.

"Somewhere beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi

somewhere sometime someplace