• I'm in this weird transition stage

  where my home is temporary

  it seems as if the actions i make

  will remain behind the door that closes

  as i drive away to my next destination

  junior year

  it's been a strange past few months

  i thought i had it all figured out, but that sadness came back to bite me

  Dan

  missing him is the harderst thing

  i allow myself to react to his words, touch, taste,

  but there's so many miles between his bed and the words that I'm writing

  Study time

  a class i haven't been to

  what would you do if you were me?

  I like my empty spaces open

  i cant be around people when im just wanting

  their eyes get to my head

  so after waking up early i just drive home

  and waste the day looking in the lock box

  i set up the tv this weekend

  it doesn't seem like much, but it's a change in scenery

  it says "someone is living here"

  there are no degrees

  its just a couch with paint splashed on the arm

  i watched so many movies and i dreamed in my bed

  the blanket helps, but only a little

  that first night i was truly terrified

  I really thought you'd be there

  impossibility and reality intertwine

  english essays submited too late 

  and books i never read in the first place

  next semester when im more set up

  another new home alone, but atleast its closer

  classes that I might actually care about and

  resumes written by the end of the year

  "It's a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown"

  everything felt too late

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