The cycles of grass

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Why I don't like Bob Marley.

Bob Marley made propaganda music that brainwashed people not to think or feel.

i'm not even sure what to call this

What am I going to do with my life? I asked myself after closing the door to my apartment and flopping on my bed.  I’m just going to teach.  I think about standing in front of the classroom and I sigh.  Sure, I can do that every day.

I remember the faces of the children I spent so much time with over the summer — climbing in trees, playing kickball, having water wars, capture the flag, canoe tipping in the pond. School’s not like that, though.

And then I think I could spend hours and hours designing things.  In fact, I do. And I don’t realize it’s been hours later until Mike knocks on my window and angrily waves his phone at me.  Whoops.  That wouldn’t be much of a life either — zoned out, reclusive, forgetting simple things like remembering to eat.

You know, I hate the fact that when I’m emotionally exhausted I just can’t control myself. I haven’t cried so often in a long time — when it comes, it’s uncontrollable and humiliating.

Sometimes I just want to disappear.

I think, how can I make my life better?

I think I would drop out of school and travel the world, doing odd jobs to make money.  But I’m too afraid to do that.  I too afraid to do anything I might regret.  Besides, there’s someone here I’m not willing to leave without and I know he wouldn’t come.

But then, I think, when will I ever be able to do what I want?  It’s one supposed-to after another.  Next, it will be making money in a job I’ll take even though I don’t like it.  I know this will happen, because I’m doing it right now.

And when I’m old and gray and I have wrinkles on my forehead for worrying so much, I will regret most of all not taking the risks you can only take when you’re young.  I will regret being afraid I’d regret something for once.

And then, I think, you have homework to do, why don’t you just ignore the lump in your throat, put your head down and keep treking day after god-forsaken day, because some day! you will see how all this shit was worth it.

“‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ - that is all

you need to know on earth, and all you need to know.”

John Keats (and kind of Sir Joshua Reynolds)

Meaninglessness

I had a dream I was in the desert chasing something or someone…

About to give up, I looked down to see I was running on a treadmill.

Seven dark strands drift down the drain…