Sleeping in Class

words and shouts
chalk on the board
footsteps and chatter
some subject matter
My eyes are closed, but I am listening.

I see nothing
but I can think
for when it is dark
thoughts become louder
Dreams I see aren’t the dreams I am shown.

my eyes will open
and I will see
that I am not becoming
what I want to be
I heard the bell, but I am still sleeping.

The Window

The morning light, fell into my eyes
I walked towards the window
I saw the two boys kiss and that-
there was dust on my window

The sun had set, it was almost dark
I slogged towards the window
I saw the two boys cry and that-
there was fog on my window

It was raining, heavily that day
I rushed towards the window
I saw the two boys at peace and that-
there was blood on my window.

Hello World?

I don’t know if anyone will follow my posts. The truth is, I have never given a thought to it. This is going to be an ‘archive’ for my unfiltered thoughts.

If it is just an archive then why share it with the world? Only because I want to listen to any person who has anything to say about my thinking so that I get to shape it better.

I wanted to do this way back, but always thought that I don’t have the ability to write this much. Well, I just did, and I hope this full stop is not my last.