Like you even know.

All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead...

Today I slept in because I stayed up 'til I could see the horizon patterned with orange.

I was late to college, which I suppose is fine because I could listen to Cassadaga and sing in the car on my way. I walked into the classroom feeling determined to achieve something and make myself proud but I think I just came across as empty. The tutor spoke about.... due dates? I think. Yes. Due dates. I tried to listen and focus and become interested. Through the window, there was smoke coming from a chimney in a distant house. I wish I took a picture. It was rather beautiful how the breeze encouraged its direction so that it looked like a 'P'.

Somebody's phone began to ring and a "general murmuring of the people" occured. Then I realised who the tutor looked like;

Boo hiss.

Disappearing Act

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I wish I were a dancer

Tiny and elite

And when I tried shine

Not a soul could compete

I wish I was like Hepburn

With just a touch of fear

And if I ever needed

I'd simply disappear

~

A l i e n a t i o n

The face was easy, you'd aged so much anyway

You'd stayed away most of the time

I could turn you into a statistic

the result of a mistake

Your actions could be textbook

but your subtleties would remain

Choreograph my life with poetry

dance my time with love

Outline my world with imagination

colour my canvas with dreams