I can still see the invisible smiles.
I hear your voice as it dissolves into static.
My fingertips still buzz with your energy,
Conserved only deep within me.
My mind’s racing in reverse
While my feet carry me forward.
I am a continuum, I am a vacuum,
I am but a line in space.
Open your eyes, peer into mine,
Then tell me why I’m tethered
To elastic, why the dust flirts with the wind
And sublimity overwhelms me.
Tell me why my gut quivers
At the thought of walking away,
And joy is contingent upon your approval…
Tell me when sanity went awry.
Your retreat marks my defeat,
And my victory all the same.
I’m free from your suffocating embrace
That always took my breath away.
Yet I always imagined I would mean
Everything, something, anything to you.
I never thought I’d be insignificant.
No, I never thought that.
Lost words itch across my skin
Like clear ink on flaky papyrus.
And as they're slipping away,
I close my eyes and smile
At you.
What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?
My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.
This is about Skype.
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