Writing

Before

I had dreams

I had compassion

I didn’t care what anyone thought

I laughed more often than not

I cried over things that mattered to me

Four swimming pools deep and

the chocolate is so rich its making 

me think 

sundresses.

I can spin, 

but your blind until you pick up 

your pen

day one 

day five

I’m walking through a tunnel.

A dark, dark tunnel.

I don’t know what is going on outside

Attention haters.

Don’t blame me 

because I am just trying

There has always been something

Blocking me from the world.

I’m sorry if I can’t explain it very well.

One day before the test, and my nerves start to fizzle.

I need to study all I can to make up for the days that I was never in class and never learned anything; Make up for my stupidity and procrastination.