SSSO

8 Feb. 2008

I don't live here in this place where accidents occur, where lighting strikes, where people fight, and success is easily lured. I don't live in a community, bunched up and categorized. I don't want to know of this place sorting knowledge for the rest of one's life. I exist in a place contrasted, in a place that lasted until ideas arrived. I live in a place I feel simplicity stating that civilians can survive. The shade changes on the leaves. And when the season comes, the opposite of states spend Christmas Eve with their family here. We take trains, actually, and subways going one way, running twenty times a day. Yards are viewed with gnomes and seats. The only river I've seen was the Hudson and it was nearly frozen or just perceived too distant in fear it was too deep. Because swimming only happened once or twice a week; in the summer, far from school, when it didn't rain, when the winds were above fifty degrees. Was rare. Dairy Queen closed down half the year, not even opening on those queer sunny winters. But I don't live here where I fear lizards and geckoes. Resting is complex; praying is bizarre. As a matter of fact, any function in this high school that I've been used to for eight years is a bit hard. Any way, north or south, I'm bound to adjust as a whole. But I hadn't completely gotten sick of this yet. I don't live there physically anymore nor do I live here. In this overrated state I've become a part of. So I'm part of nothing. I'll act upon this here but I don't live here.