the still of the room sits near me. the desk smells of sawdust and,
well.
sawdust.
the chair is sturdy. it is made of plastic. it’s blue, dark as a nightmare. i despise blue. i don’t like it. there’s a bookshelf. and a window. the bookshelf is on the right to the window. it’s a dark mahogany. the window is at an elevation planted into the wall. the skies are, blue. blue, and cloudy. my mind cannot shape the clouds into anything. this world does not deserve adorable cloud shapes.
i have the whole world at my feet and also six feet above my head. where’s my graphing calculator?
where’s my bag?
where am i?
what
have i done.
the bookshelves are twirling
i am on my knees
dizzy
dizzy dizzy
i cannot think
thinking
the thoughts only spin.
it’s so scattered.
and loud
and quiet
everything and nothing.
what’s everything and what’s nothing?
fuckin’ shit i don’t know.
i sigh.
sawdust rests on my cheeks. it doesn’t spin. i don’t spin. the clouds float on like nothing happened.
did really anything happen?
i…
don’t know.
About the Creator
ev gunn.
hi everyone, i am evelyn; a thirteen year old student and new author! i released popularity chocolate on amazon, and it is my first step into becoming a future bestselling author. please do consider supporting me. :D
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