Fallen Thoughts

:: 2.25.2003 ::

I went with kayla to her chemistry class one day last week. in an effort to pass the time, I started into a stream of consciousness. it worked rather well, seeing as the time seemed to fly by. so now in another effort to pass time, I'm writing it here. if you're looking for something to pass your time, perhaps you might read over it:

another blank page staring back at me. writing my thoughts with this tiny yellow pencil. slightly chewed, no eraser. a room full of people here for one reason or another. my guess may be as good as theirs. reminds me of when I was in school - the surroundings and the reasonings. blank faces doing their best sponge imitations, soaking in methods they'll probably never use again (except for the future chemists and jeopardy hopefuls). I'm being pessimistic, maybe an outward attempt to conceal jealousy. at least they're on a path. I seemed to have strayed from mine quite a while ago. while I envy their direction, I like to explore. roses don't grow on beaten paths. but it isn't always roses; sometimes it's only the thorns. spring's sweet beauty bearing its horns. yesterday when I was looking up the river, my eyes kept being diverted to the red flashing lights of that red and white tower. to the towering houses recently built across the way on the river's sloped banks. don't get too comfortable, all it takes is one long rain. I've opened my mind's floodgates. I'm washing my thoughts up on the sands of this page. and as I stand here, the words rush across my feet - thoughts incomplete. I found this pencil on the way to class. (why come to a class and sleep when there isn't an attendance policy?) pop quiz time so I step outside. the luxury of being a visitor. I dabble in irony and have a smoke to accompany the fresh air. cool night air. (he's up now!) a sudden change came over the blank expressions in room 400. a sudden change in the mood, and my own. being outside relaxes me. the gentle wind soothes me. warm orange lighting fighting the evening chill. I finish my cigarette and toss it in the black sidewalk ashtray. already succumbing to one bad habit - the least I can do is take advantage of the easy solution to the other. I see her face and I'm done.

:: posted by Michael at 4:33 PM [+] ::

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