Real Talk---

I'm 5 feet in the deep end. breathing through a straw.

I cant Write poetry, I have to get a spoon to scrape this out.

Because I cant think its like a stampeded of thoughts are rushing in and i cant pick out any thing.

I Have no more room to think. 

I cant breath.

  Im balding and forgetting to buy a toupee.

This class is almost over and I have given in. 

The tooth paste is empty and sitting in the trash.

Good bye dwellers.

I loved the moments I had with yall.

 

<Me after this class>