Writing

Intelligence is both a beauty and a curse, a double edged sword gifted to humanity.

A ball of fire lighting up the sky a fiery orange 

Descending from the heavens 

To fall over the horizon 

In a final brilliant light show of colors. 

I walked through the walls 

I was invisible 

I stood during conversations 

I stayed behind as we strolled 

I spoke a word an hour 

I laughed to be included 

For the adjective challenge I described an apple and than I asked ChatGPT to describe an apple without adjectives.

And it all

Meant

Nothing to you

Right?

Did I -

Was I -

I'm never wrong

I'd scream until the sky fell

And drown in my own fever dream

But you could never

Never

I used to have it all figured out.

Schedules were organized chaos.

The beloved clock in the corner of my room,

was my gauge.

Told me when I was late, on time.

I was used to this system,