I feel locked into a fate I cannot change. “But you can do whatever you want,” everyone says. False. Whether it was me, my choices, or just the way things worked out, I walk a set path. A red brick, decades-old path for a set time. And now the challenge is not to find a new one, but to learn to love the one I am on. And if you ask me, to acquire happiness in a predetermined situation is a harder thing to do than choosing which path to originally take. So surrounded by red heads, blond heads, black heads, my brown head is number 714839314; I look out at the open road hoping to find contentment walking in the shape of a man or girl or even dog. Something I can see and touch. What a waste of my hope though, right? Don’t worry all worried Christian evangelizers out there; I know that my hope is in the Lord. But just for one second, shut up, please, thank you.

How long will this last?

I feel frozen, frozen as in stuck, stuck and freezing. Words that you don’t say are leaving me frozen. Like a cold, cold front. An affront to me. Chilly, I roll on. Fighting as a block of ice to stay warm.

Academia

It's an idea trading ground. The poor incubated puppies are breathing in the ether. And in their subconsciousness or apathy to think deeply, they confuse it all for normalcy.

A period of passing

7 days from the moment that He spoke until the moment that He rested, the earth was brought into being. Life was given life. Earth was at its start and peak of power.

7 days from the moment it starts until the moment it ends, I pain. Life that could have been, is now being flushed away. At the height of my power to give life, I am bleeding away and cramping for what could have been.

Life is a cyclical period of passing.

"I lie in awe of the power the Lord hath giveth"

Black sheep, black sheep

Life is going to counter everything you wish it would not. Everything good is a struggle, everything bad comes easy. You want a spoon to eat the whipped cream off the top of your coffee, they're out. You want to sacrifice your life for the nation to which you belong, and they don't want you. I'm like the black, pious lamb ready for the slaughter on the altar, but white is a minimum requirement. Status quo, IS a status quo. And unless you're the type to ski blind-folded down the mountain, you live a life of questioning, or reverse that, you question a life of living.