DESTINATION

STAGE

"you might tie the knot

either on your hands

or your neck

so play it right, while the stage still has a deck"

If I could describe college in one word, it would be "mess". My grades are falling faster than my eyes do every single night. College taught me a lot of important things though, in order to survive, you need to shower yourself with a drizzle of caffeine, and take cig-breaks before and after classes, just to take out the bullshits of one stupid-ass curriculum that makes no damn sense.

It's been a rough three years being this negligent. Ever since I lost my scholarship, I lost all my fucks to give with my education. I started skipping classes, learned to drink alcohol, which I should've learned earlier, sleeping in most of the classes that requires attendance, and smoking way too much every time I had enough bullshit about anything and everything.

Well, today is probably no different with all the other days that passed by this year. It's a Wednesday, so we were allowed to not wear our uniform, and I just went out in a black t-shirt that is still brighter than everything that has happened to me. We have this so-called General Assembly that I rarely attend to, that's why I'm late for the call time intentionally. But who gives a shit, they start late anyway. After departing from the station, I decided to smoke a cig and slowly walk my way, just in time to finish the song in my burn playlist. I decided to listen to "It's Time" by Imagine Dragons, to somehow increase the positivity in my veins by 1%. I walked in sync with the rhythm of the music, a weird thing that I loved to do, right on time to reach the stoplight near the university.

I finished the song and threw my cig away. I put my headphones in my bag and took out my ID. Even for a douche bag like me, I don't wear my ID when I smoke. For some reason it's my way of giving respect to a university that I grew to hate, but still makes me feel a little bit home. Before I even look what color is the stoplight at, something appeared in my monochrome vision. I had a glimpse of a familiar spark, a beautiful one, an impulse from a distant dream.