The sound of the cooler fills the room.
The freezing air blasts my legs. I feel numb.
My head is stuffed tightly with clouds.
I cannot focus.
I am here, but not here.
Elsewhere. Everywhere. Here.
My mind feels as if it has been lost.
I am so empty.
Hollowness fills my chest.
A students loud laughter snaps me back to reality.
I am here. Here.
I feel captive to schedules, where I once felt at home.
I feel captive to my mind, where I once sought solitude.
My mind repeats a motto heard in history class:
Live free or die.
Then afterwards,
"Why are you so dramatic?"
Take me home, to where I can rest easily.
A place without hate.
A place
Without
Me.
Without me there to ruin it all with thinking.
Take me there.
