I'll Take A Little More Please!

Projects. A time period where you, a senior in high school, gets a glimpse into the real world and ultimately what college will prepare you for. I was excited and ready to take on the dedication and responsibilities that a job brings. Hanging lights, building set, and breaking new ground in my mind on the knowledge of what I love. It's amazing to learn and explore without fear. I love getting up in the morning, getting dressed for painting the set, bringing tools to work, taking the train and subway and feeling completely independent. I don't miss homework. I don't miss tests. I don't even miss writing which I am so excited about. But there is something do I miss. Friends, teachers, people who love me, people who I can connect with and love right back. I miss the jokes, the laughter, the conversations overlapping, even the drama. It is so hard to imagine that I am not going back to those hallways anymore and stoping people to talk about Players rehearsal, or the latest gossip. It's hard to imagine the teachers not being right behind me whether for a compliment or a D-form. It's hard to imagine me... not in the art cave.

I'm ready. I feel ready but I don't want to go. Going a week and not seeing Isabel's shining smile, hearing Ellie's soothing voice, listening to Hannah's insults with Lionel's music tuned in the background, and getting a hug from Michael, or a picture with Julia. I miss everyday laughing with Simone on our way for moments at the Rec I will never forget. I could try and squeeze every minute of my weekend with friends but all in all it wouldn't add up. And there I will be, 5 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, wishing I had just one more hour with my friends. No, with my family.

There's nothing I can really do. Our time is coming to a close and I have to face it. But can't we just go to the coffee shop one more time? Can't we go bowling after school again? Can't we be caught spooning on my carpet? For old times sake? I know the summer is coming and we'll have three more months of limitless, homework-less, and curfew-less time. But those times will be here and gone soon, and then what? I'll go to college. You will stay in your world and I in mine, and there will be very few bridges. What a depressing thought. Eventually we will all be dispersed to our colleges and jobs and we wont have the art cave anymore...... Fuck you time, that's not fair! I want more time, I want more!

Well, fine, who needs time anyway? Not me?!


... I think....

A Lesson In Art History

She’s a sucker for modern art
And she knows where she comes from
A legacy of Smiths and Browns
She paints, filling numbers in
But no leaves are on the tables
Another day alone

And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark
And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark

See me, her invisibility cries
See me, she’s not the one who died
See me, in the prisms of the dark
But she steps away into herself alone

A boy selling figurines
He knows her favorite colors
Yellow gold and turquoise blue
He sells her the colored glass
For bills of tens and twenties
He’ll never dial the phone

And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark
And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark

See me, his invisibility cries
See me, he’s not the one who died
See me, in the prisms of the dark
But he steps away into herself alone

She’ll never know his touch until it’s way too late
He’ll never know the way she cries
Their backwards map lead feelings that wont reciprocate
So they pick up all their broken glass on the floor

She’s a sucker for modern art
And he knows her favorite color
But they’ll always be alone