Sometimes I forget
That I’m real.
Sometimes, I’ll stare-
At someone’s head,
A window,
A book,
A screen,
A pencil,
Or a marker,
And I’ll wander
To a different place.
In...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...