Everything. Must. Go!

act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the
essence of being.
” – Albert Camus

am always blown away at how time flies…but really it is about how it varies. Hours
away to an exam; a pathetic attempt by society to gauge our minds in areas that
the world may never require from us, I look at the clock; exasperation fills my
lungs. I am feeling an array of emotions…that’s the thing with me; I always
feel the right things at the wrong time and the wrong things…well all the time.
What I’m trying to say is that every time I look away from the clock…my mind
takes these long walks on the boulevard of my perpetual imagination. A journey
that feels like a few seconds ends up costing me hours of much needed study. Did
I mention how I am setting camp in this pit of inadequacy? So the shadows have
their fun at my expense; they haunt me you see. They dance beneath the dark
skies constantly reminding me that soon it will be dawn and I will be out of

first night I spent with unfamiliarity hours felt like months. I felt trapped
under the pounds of flesh. The light snores and heavy breathing were the
torture; waiting for them to turn into consciousness so that it would come to
an end. I lay awake all night. Well not really…the few times I drifted into a
mini coma of my own, the shadows found me…they sought me out and filled my
lungs with reality. I woke up gasping for breath. There, you see, minutes had
barely passed by.

irony is not lost on me…how funny this will seem years from now!
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