Writing

For most of my life, I’ve felt like I was trapped in a real-life mega game of chess.

Why can the wind

Be blowing

That piece of grass down

One moment

And not the next?

There’s a scientific answer

I bet

And usually that’s what I’m looking for.

But it felt poetic that way,

I'm lost in this giant world.

Surrounded by millions of people,

but at the same time, connected to none.

They think they can see right through me.

They think they know what I want.

Today I woke up.

I stretched my arms,

brushed my teeth.

Just as I did every morning.

Except, something was different today.

I opened the foggy window

and took a look outside.

Dragon wandered through the forest,

Smiling at his bouquet

Full of bluebells and daisies,

But sighed as he remembered

It was forever incomplete.

It was what, four and a half weeks ago?

sometime after school ended

I wanted to stay for the whole time

I brought snacks for everyone

bagel chips and hummus