am i going to be like
my favorite song in tenth grade:
the one i memorized all the words to
& listened to 347 times
which subsequently lost all its meaning?
or the quotes & photos i hang up
on my bedroom wall with the
intent to inspire:
the ones that i wake up to everyday
& seize to notice anymore?
will you see my face & hear my laugh
& look into my eyes one
too many times: will i
begin to become
ordinary, too?
out of the ordinary // a.s.m
Silenticel 