| | This is in honor of everything ending.
My parents are moving out of the house that I've lived in from age
five. They're leaving my hometown behind in favor of living in a very
uncrowded community that will soon become quite, as evidenced by the
surplus of construction equipment laying around at random. I toured the
house today and it was fresh and empty; just built.
Nobody cares about the Steel anymore, it's being torn down.
Everything's being whitewashed. My educational community is not mine
anymore. The building itself is in a state of chaos, undergoing a
remodeling. I will recieve souvenier breakfast, diploma, tassles,
awards. After this summer, I will never again live in my hometown,
where I stumbled around, made an ass of myself, made a lady of myself,
constructed a self.... confronted failure and success, fell in love,
snuck around, felt ugly and gorgeous at turns, cultivated a persistant
longing to enter the art world, held grudges, laughed until my belly
hurt, experimented fearlessly with fashion, established certain persons
as mentors, developed a coffee addiction, sat at picnic tables in the
dark, penned love letters, slowdanced in a parking lot, kissed in a
quarry, made my first paintings.....
I feel nothing. I have looked forward to my future far too much to feel
any sadness; I am too sentimental to feel happy. Blank slate blank
slate blank slate. I have white eyes and white guts.
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| | Posted 5/27/2006 10:42 PM - 11 Views - 6 eProps - 3 comments
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