today is the 27th of October.

the earth feels on its axis and the world I’ve come to know as a young man is on a diagonal; parallel.

parallel to everything I’ve recognized to be pure.

my life feels like an unrealistic reality. a dream that’s too bizarre to remember in the morning.

the morning seems to make everything better. the morning sun being a beacon of hope and realization. the universal sign for “everything will be okay.”

but when the clouds overcast the world I know with an ominous undertone, the sun seems like a distant memory, something people ask you to remember, as if you’ve never experienced the euphoria.

none of this will matter in a few years time. that’s what they all say and that’s what the world tells me. that’s what the blowing wind and faucet leaks tell me.

it’s what the blinking traffic lights and steaming bath water whisper in my ear.

sounds like sweet nothings.

in a few years time, I will be a high school graduate and studying in college.

possibly.

the future is a vast storybook that is unknown to its writer. a cruel literature.

my life seems to be a never ending guessing game. a childish pass time. I’m done with childish. but is childish done with me?

today is the 27th of October and the world is upside down.