For many people in many places, school was the opposite of love, the opposite of enjoyment, and tried to cut it out of their as you would toxic lover. But for me I really love school. Whether I’m ready to go back to bed or ready to go on a mountain trek, walking the school hallways knowing I have friends on the other side waiting for me and with classes that excite me, school feels like a pretty long carride you know the route from front to back, yet you keep coming back for the sheer feeling of driving and getting lost in the route. While the route isn’t always fun and at times I’d tear it down, I don’t think I could ever hate school. It has its place in my heart and we be there until it isn’t.

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My search for substance has left me in a sub stance,

My words like a dull lance are incapable of leaving anyone in a flow like trance,

I’m trying to accept the dance of thoughts but it’s rejecting me, not hoping I rot but it’s indifference is almost the same as its resistance

Now my minds is starting to untense, but still a few more wrench hits and key clacks and I’ll be cooking up nickknacks.

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