meandering thoughts.

empty, empty, empty.
the reoccuring theme of my life!
i'm in a car on an endless road,
the doors are locked shut and all i can do is look
for a horizon, or sign of civilization.
none of this is true though,
but that is how my school life feels like.

girls and boys abound where i live,
drunken weekends,
a pipe hit here, inhaling the skunky smoke;
i get so high, i sit in a stupor.
the tv is on all the time,
superficial shows of superficial drama,
it drones until the light is about to creep through the shades.
popular music from the speakers
are broadcasted from our rooms and we dance, dance, dance.
these girls i live with,
they each bring their own personalities to
each and everyday, and they are
so unique, and so special.

although i enjoy san francisco,
it is seven hundred miles away from home.
seven hundred miles away from gorgeous weather,
my family, dear mentors, my family.
two and a half weeks until i can return.

the days cannot go by slower.