maybe its time

There is this line that I keep following. One foot in front of the other, never letting my foot slip off one side. The floor is right beneath the line. But I never want to walk off of it. It's this sense of safety that comes along with each and every step. I tend to make myself worry more than necessary. So when every step is accomplished, it's one less to worry about.

I think about how short time I have left till I graduate. It's quite exciting. I need to get money to pay for the stamps for the Language Fiend zines and I need to find a way to get money for everything else I plan on buying. No jobs for me. I'm not allowed to get one. Weird, I know.


My friends keep getting closer. Some are a little too close for comfort. Hopefully once I graduate I'll find who my real ones are and who will actually stick around through thick and thin. Some open their mouths way too often, others open their legs way too often. It's the same story all around. You'd think I'd be apart of this, but I'm the exact opposite. I never fall in line with any of these people. I am a commentator, listing statistics and watching every move they play during the game. It's what I do. But it's not what I live for.

My writing has gradually become less appealing to me. But my imaginative writing was done mostly during the summer. So hopefully when it comes around I'll be able to paint every color, draw every picture, with a couple words. It'll help. I know it will.


Let's live in this moment.