United States
38° 18' 6.7788" N, 85° 34' 35.9292" W

to ponder, to wonder
to sit quitely,
in your too small room
with soft body
surrounded by pounds of cold books
to be trapped in a cage
made of broken pencils
and lifeless ink pens
with allegedly kind words
being pitched at you
with such immense force
that they bring bruises to your arms,
and wet your eyelashes;
your eyelashes aren't pretty
when they have teardrops trapped in them.
to ponder, to question
to look out your dusty window
to glance at the rays of the sun
eclipsed behind the fog
to hope, to dream
when your thoughts loudly scream.

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