The purest block of gold, 24k, you held in your hands…
How’s it feel to be an artist now?
The purest block of gold, 24k, you held in your hands…
How’s it feel to be an artist now?
Rain graced my window pane today…
Pillows and Death Cab for Cutie…
But you would know that because you were here…
I roll over to grab the phone to see if you’d hit my 10 digits…
We’d been cuddled all day while the storm raged outside…
I turn the phone over and look in the other direction…
Your lips have memorized every inch of my neck…
Hollow. That’s the only word that can accurately express how I feel…
My fingers have counted every last piece of hair on your head…
I can’t help but think I was just a pawn in your fucked up chess game…
Our hearts beat differently when we’re apart, but together, they beat as one…
But somewhere in this cavity which was once a heart, a flicker of hope remains…
Which is a dream? Which is reality? Even I cannot tell.
Earlier this semester I just posted pt 2 of this paper. I hope you all enjoy the finished product.
Hey all,
I’m taking a deviance and social control class and thought I’d post a piece of my paper. I’d love insight. There’s four parts to the paper, this is the second installment. The whole paper has installations because it’s one of those semester long work in progress papers. The assignment was to find and participate in a deviant (but not criminal) activity. I am Muslim and have been debating wearing a hijab. When I edit the first section of my paper, I’ll repost with pt 1, pt 2 and part 3 collectively in a nice little blog. I hope you all enjoy and it you don’t, give me some insight on how I can better my paper!