everyone has a release, something they do to take themselves out of the present moment and just become free. you have one. that thing that keeps you sane when you are surrounded by insanity. or maybe it's something to allow yourself to go a little insane when your surrounded by too much sanity. either way it's comforting to know you can escape.
that is why i love to write. i love to create stories and characters that are so complex even i question their actions. i love knowing that i can create anything and no one can tell me it's wrong, or doesn't make sense. i'm not usually one to share my characters or stories i come up with, for reasons i'm not even really sure of. but i was looking through my old writing journals and notes and thought i would share an old piece i wrote a few years ago. it's good to remember the things you love, it's good to never forget your "escape". for you never know when that "escape" of yours just might save you. happy thursday!
Distant Walker
Walking down
the hallway
Walking
through the crowd
I hear the
people whisper
God their
talking loud
I tense up
my bony fingers
Squeal away
the fear
How dare
they try to hurt me
How they sit
there with their sneers
Who do they
think they are
Trying to
get inside my head
Fuck their
little games
My blood it still bleeds red.
I flick my
flame inhale my smoke
A calmness
comes over me
The chatter
of the people die
My pain is
finally free
But only for
a moment
Before they
strike again
Their
comments getting louder
Their
threats they soon begin
All because
I’m different
Because I
don’t dress the same
Could it be
my slightly crooked nose?
Because you
think my jams are lame
Whatever the
reason for the hate
For the gossip
and my fear
I’ll stop my
beat and close my eyes
Not showing
up next year.
What’s the
moral of this story?
The lesson
to be learned
To stop the
beating bully
To have
cruelty be burned.
