Worthless, or not.

You never stop running;

Never slow down.


You’ve learned that silence


Is the screeching of sound.


The days keep changing,


But it all

bleeds to one,


As you’ve found that sleep


Only wastes time.


The stress you feel


Just means your alive.


That shortness of breath


Helps you survive.


So you move through the world


Blind to it’s beauty,


For you’ve learned to perceive things as worthless


Unless they are moving.

-Carissa M. Wyles

Im back in the City, back at school. Back to the noise, the rush, the slush, the smell. Don't get me wrong, its not a horrible place to be. I have chosen to be here. Sometimes I feel like this poem. And it makes me think of this....

.. home. The Complete Opposite of this poem. So... This is my preferred version of it;

Just stop running;

Please slow down.


You’ve learned that silence


Is the essence of sound.


The days keep changing,


But it all

bleeds to one,

If you don't stop;

and look around.


 You’ve found that sleep


Only wastes time.


The enjoyment you feel


Just means your alive.


That deepness of breath


Helps you survive.


So you move through the world


Aware of it’s beauty,


For you’ve learned to perceive things as great

Because they aren't moving.

-Diana Hatch