you'd think that sitting on your bed, alone in your room, would be comforting
recharge your batteries for the next day and hope that no one texts or call you
but once you put on your headphones and listen to a song on repeat—repeating, repeating—
all you want and ache for is that feeling of being wanted and love by even a few
grab a pencil and notebook
put it down
lie back in bed
get up
turn on your phone, check for messages
no notifications
maybe your iPad won't disappoint you
who am i kidding? it's just full reminders about a hell called school
hey, how about connect the dots?
that should be easy
drag your pencil to the next spot
a great activity for when you're lazy
and just want to focus on one thing
search for the next dot, the next
where's the next dot? eyes staring to sting
since you haven't blinked ever since you lost your spot, your dot
where's the damn dot?
why are there so many dots?
i can't find the dot
where's the fucking dot
too many numbers
too many dots
why can't i find the dot
how does this mess turn into a picture?
can a picture turn into a mess?
can a picture be ugly?
can a mess be beautiful?
where's the dot?
overwhelming
searching, searching
why can't i see it?
i just want to find this stupid dot and finish this picture
alone in your room
engulfed by your music
trying to find this stupid dot
alone
engulfed
trying
alone
engulfed
trying
why did i have to lose my place?
why can't i find my place?
why is it not here?
where is the dot?
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is this it?
that's the dot?
i guess i expected more
you'd think that sitting on your bed, alone in your room, would be comforting
recharge your batteries for the next day and hope that no one texts or call you
but once you put on your headphones and listen to a song on repeat—repeating, stopping—
all you want and ache for is that feeling of being wanted and love by even a few
. . .
no, ma'am. that is my answer to the question ur thinking (you know who you are)
anywho, i hope you enjoyed reading my chaotic poem lmfao
i'm tired and been listening to Bo Burnham's "Art is Dead" for a solid three hours so i apologize for the messiness lol
tHaT'S wHy i nAMeD iT "mess" LmFAo
anywayyy gn, my friends, ima sleep
ty for reading
<3
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A Dash of Inspiration
RandomIt's hard being a writer; especially if you are only inspired to write a story ever now and then, often changing or rewriting stories. Hence the purpose of this being created...a never ending compilation of creative works such as short stories and p...
