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It seems as if…my body feels so heavy, that I can not hold my head up long enough to take a sufficient breath, and the lack of oxygen, even though potentially fatal, appears insignificant. I don’t need air to live, or so it gives the most unfathomable impression. My body is literally shaking, and I cannot recognize why. The things that are suppose to matter most to a fifteen year old sophomore, seem entirely useless. I don’t want to learn all of the verb tenses in Spanish 3, but I want to go to Spain, to live and look, and to draw and write, and just breathe. And I don’t want to be in Trigonometry when I could be lying on the beach, looking up at the most mysterious and magnificent night, and lying next to you. And I don’t want to learn about plants, and how they reproduce, when I could be out in a field, with beautiful weeds in my hair, enjoying the life I was giving to live. I know this may seem dumb, but that is what I want. It is what I need, and my body is caught like an escaped convict, and I am led, head down, back to propriety.
As I gaze up above,
I feel insignificant, microscopic, trivial.
Am I alone in this world
that hangs under this painting?
Infinity is incomprehensible
and as I am finite how can I have meaning?
A squeeze of my hand brings me back
to this refuge where I lay looking up.
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