Rise

It's 4:30 AM and humid. The kind of humidity that makes your bones feel wet and your blood just below boiling.

I'm sitting on the porch, cooling my breaths and enjoying the quiet while most of the world is sleeping.

All my life I've been a loner. Content with climbing a tree to disappear or riding my bike to the ends of the earth, never to return.

I can't describe the feeling.

The urgency to exist without existing.

It's as if I've lived a hundred times over and am no more satisfied than the first time.

So I fill my day with meaningless activities.

Maybe this is what comes from those who stop dreaming.

My goals,
ambitions,
dreams...

They're just that.

As the sun rises, I retreat.

It's time the rest of the world begin their day.

Don't F*cking Look At Me

Dirty looks,
crooked books,
sly smiles,
and washed out lies.

These are a few of my unpleasant things...

Passive-aggressive,
stone cold stares.

Shivers,
dripping down the nape of my neck,
hardening the spine,
eventually laminating the veins in my legs.

I used to be fond of ones gaze,
until I got older,
and it fucked me into paralysis.  

If you build a wall like I did,
realize that no one will stop until it's burnt to the ground.