"There was like half left and he was like, 'sorry, there's none left.'"
Concerns about the structure of the class.
Prompts for each of us????????
That's cool. I like prompts that make me feel like an individual.
NO FINAL!!
The final has been caaaannnnnccccccccceeellllleeedd
Write a lot. Just write until you get good. There is no shortcut. You have to put in the hours.
"I feel like I just killed the mood"
Bleak weather
kills the mood
sleep all day
kill productivity
I used to write poetry. I used to be happy writing poetry. I used to have time to write poetry. I should surrender myself to poetry.
"I think the class brings out people's creative personality"
"You should keep going with it. I felt like I could listen forever."
"My kidney meets your heart"
"We get sucked out through the roots"
"Comfy knows no pants"
"I do remember what red is and what blue is and what green is."
"It filled my head and my vision and my hearing"
"They were scarlet"
"Babies voices are terrible black mushrooms"
"Imperialism leaves behind"
"I'm the medic, I'm not here to preach ideology"
"I remember meeting the hegemon"
"We took to the streets"
"I bought him a fucking muffin"
"You kick like the best"
"I started playing marbles"
"No longer alert"
"There is a light fixture in the sky"
"Where did the day go"
"We've all got a chance for redemption"
"Place is empty"
"He isn't here anymore"
"One could imagine pictures in there"
"Write the pretentious douche out of yourself." That is the best advice I think I've ever gotten.
Aiden felt himself slip away. He was caught in some state of fear and anxiety. He was daunted by time, by his future, by his past. He was caught in a time slip. He was a person embracing the human condition, faced with reality. As he moved across the park, he noticed the ethereal beauty of the leaves falling past him. He witnessed the sun sink in and out of the trees like a boat ebbing and flowing on a tempestuous sea. He held a cursory glance with a squirrel frolicking with its companions. He noticed life. He felt himself slip away.
Aiden had never been the type to live in the moment. Never the type to reach himself or his true persona. He never really knew himself. Once when he was little he fell in the bathtub and cracked his chin. He thought he would never grow out of that little boy who cried profusely for someone who never came. Once when he was little he sliced his foot open with the shards of a crock pot. He wanted ice cream. His foot healed, but his scar never faded. Once when he was little he had a crush on little Sarah Williams. She crushed him like only little girls can. Once when he was little he thought he was handsome. His classmates crushed him like only classmates can. Once when he was older he thought he was handsome. His boyfriend crushed him like only boyfriends can. Once when he was older he dared to be different. Society forced it out of him.
He kept walking through the park, admiring the young lovers bracing the cold together, admiring the old couples who never braced anything without one another, admiring the children laughing and playing while their mothers and fathers watched nearby letting them feel safe and loved and happy before they would have to grow up and face the world. He admired the people. He admired the world. He detested the world. Sooner or later it would crush all of them. Sooner or later it would embrace all of them. He kept walking through the park. He kept walking. He put in his headphones. "My Boy Builds Coffins" played. He kept walking.
How can everything be fine and terrible at the same time? How can everything be one thing and the other? How can people experience joy while others are experiencing sorrow? How can people experience fullness while others face starvation? How can people experience love while others are stuck, perpetually apathetic? Why is everything a positive or negative? Where is the middle ground?
Once when he was little his sister took him to Disneyland, where he got to laugh and play. Once when he was little his sister crushed him, where he got to cry and sulk. Once when he was older he told her the truth. Once when he was older she turned away from him. Once when he was little he loved her. Once when he was older he loved her. Once when he was little she loved him. Once when he was older she didn't know him.
He sat on a bench looking out into the distance. Out into nothing in particular, just out. He remembered the first thought when he woke up, "unicorns took my breath." He laughed at the thought, but was saddened that it wasn't true. humf, humf, humf. He looked down at a puppy sniffing about him, looking for something he didn't have. Aiden bent down to pet the little lab. He looked about for an owner. Someone to claim the little thing. No one came about. He picked the little guy up and sat him next to him on the bench, stroking his back, waiting for something. He had always been waiting for something. The puppy lied down, giving into the rub. Aiden made a new friend. Aiden had a friend.
..I'm going to continue onto this story for a while. I like the way it's going.
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