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I am not a follower. 

nor have i created my own path.

i'm not on a road.

or a dirt way.

i am not walking.

or running.

i am afraid of standing still.

for the path afore me shall vanish.

and i will be left stranded.

with my conscious.

and i will be okay.

i will be okay.

 

rules.

and i will forever be defiant against your rules. because i will rule my own existence. and chose for myself, decide, and put the process of elimination to use.
and this is where i will cry.
because i have eliminated you.


and now my choice will defy against me.

come here, love.

come here love, take a seat.
Feel the air, rest your feet.
You've been gone for awhile, it's been too long.


I miss your song.
Y'know the one you would sing...
while fixing your tea.
and those thoughts you would mumble

while staring at me.

Oh, 'cause darlin' lifes been lonely without you here.

Prompt.

She walked to school with good intentions stuffed in her mind, and hesitant papers stuffed in her bag. Each crack in the pavement she avoided with hindered thoughts, and allowed the curious faces passing by to stare. She was referred to as Jane, but she thought differently. She was pointed at with fingers of determination, but retaliated with glances of pure backbone, and spunk.

Jane walked through open doors every day with routine, and glanced at her mothers old worn in loafers, filled with her feet as she walked. She attended each class with consideration, and tried her best to not let the environment around her, effect her thoughts further than usual. 

It was most commonly known that Jane kept to herself. Passerby’s didn’t care enough to take initiative, and she didn’t mind. It was the smaller things Jane took in regard. 

For instance, one of Jane’s morning classes consists of constant apparitions, chasing her every move. Scents lingering through her thoughts, and vivid voices of mundane conversations tracing her pencil as she writes. After school was a whole other story. Fresh views of aged phantoms, disparate, yet familiar scents, and new voices, unintentionally attached to subliminal conversations. She allowed what was around her eyes, to effect her choices. To misconstrue her words, and tear her thoughts. She couldn’t help but give way to her location, as it swam it’s way through every notion generated by the mind, without sanction. 

There will always be those above, always be those below, and always be those in-between. But what is so generally forgotten, are those who don’t belong. Those who are neither below, or above, who do not find themselves within the two. Those who are unconnected, and intertwined within themselves... working together aimlessly. That’s what she thought. She repeated those words with good intention, and tried her best to live up to it’s belief. 

Jane is one of those. She does not belong. She is one of those. The ones that give in to natures tactics. The ones who unwillingly dance with the curves of architecture, and sing along with the song of buildings. She knew she wasn’t alone. And she listens to each corner of every room, and the story it has to tell her. And she replies with a story of her own. 

Prison Cell.

i’m living in a prison cell.

except it’s covered with skin, so you can’t tell.

these arms are bars, metal and strong.

i can’t break out, nor can i fall.

and i will appear graceful, 

and these bars will open for no one.

they’ve tried to break in, with their keys.

but this cell is locked.

and it’s killing me. 

To inhale

is to breathe.
it is what you inhale that makes a significant difference.
a difference to your lungs.
your thoughts.
your actions.
so what if i inhale some air?
am i totally fucked?

yes.

inhale naturally.

If i told you

i didn't care, would you stand by my side?
because the waves are thrashing, and this wooden plank soon will break.
i can view the pier, but it's still so far.
and you're screaming infidelities will forever trace my skin.
and my thoughts will rupture.
and they will crawl deeper inside of you.
and soon enough, your own ship will sink.
and i'll say i don't care.
i don't need you by my side.

Everything appears to be

so translucent, yet more vivid than what an ordinary mind can read.

and i cannot handle this.

i cannot breathe, surrounded by your lucid appearance.

you're everywhere.

and i am floating.

and i am floating.

and i am floating.

I don't think

i like this.

and i live in an aquarium.

and i live in an aquarium.

i swim with hinderance.

and hesitation to be watched.

i'm viewed with curious eyes.

and thought of with hindered minds.

sea-chel.

and i was lost out at sea.

floating about

the waves laughed.

and my boat was surely goin' to sink.

rupture of sunlight was only a mere notion of the mind.

i arrived at shore.

and found you.

you fit in the palm of my hand.

i fit in your heart.

your breath was soft,

and sweet.

you were small,

and beautiful.

and i told myself this was it.

and i stared at your perpetual beauty.

and contemplated my surroundings.

it's funny how a beach full of seashells can make you think anything is possible.

but i found this one chel,

and i know everything is possible.