Yeah, im not really altogether tonight for this entry.
Im going to just crack out the most interesting part of my day:
This morning I walked in the cafeteria,
by myself and with work-out attire.
I sat down with my plate of grits and oatmeal,
surrounded by strangers... classmates, but strangers none the less.
Im sitting at the table, holding a glass of milk half full and this just wasnt a day.
I felt detached,
misplaced,
frankly unconnected to the world, reality, maybe even existence as I knew it.
I compared it to being in a bar, mid-day with troubles on your mind.
I held and dranked my glass of milk, secretly
(just secretly)
hoping it would turn into gin.
Im not a drunkard...the transformation and setting served as more than what it looks.
Im not at this point in my life yet.
I dont have it made or even
messy.
I look for escapes because I deserve them.
So my glass is my crystal ball
and I can look back in time briefly.
See where I turned wrong
Assess past mistakes
and with a faint hope of taking in the joys I once had down with my gulp.
Im holding onto false words and people's (and my own) mistakes
just trying,
trying so hard to take in what I cherish most.
So I sit and replay random memories...milk in hand
Im in a mental bar,
from which I crafted with boards of regrets.
Financed on heartbreaks
Occupied by people who change my view of humans.
I thought of this in 30 minutes,
plate in front of me.
It may seem weird, but this was the most interesting part of my day: The Mental Bar
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