Hello, haven't written for such a long time. I've decided to just stop by and write something. I really want to be in Academy of Art but I must wait 2 years, I hate that. I feel like I'm wasting my time in this Community College. I don't even want to bother going. Work has been tough honestly, they've been cutting my hours. I've been mad about it but don't know how to express that part out. So I just take it day by day. Sometimes I find it hard expressing how I feel more and more now.
Spitefully, crashing waves that hitting against my thoughts
Another drag of my cigarette in my shaking hands
Staring upon the cement on the floor where my both feet,
steadily standing upon..
I can feel the nicotine slowly seeping into my lungs,
creating a solitary moment of escape.
Glimpsing slowly at the sunny clouded skies,
For days, the sun was covered by the angered mother nature
With a distant glow, I still felt the heat
yet the rain seems to cover it all but no one feels it like I do.
As the rain drops fall upon me,
each drag, I've found some kind of security in this moment
I don't know how many cigarettes I've smoked today
But each time I do, I've felt a strange sharp agony
Wasn't it ......wasn't it?
