sleeping, waking, studying

all blurred by the drone of many teachers' voices,

an impressionistic painting,

seen through the eyes of a 15 year old.

could be living in a dream,

waking yet sleeping,

and not know.

messages scratched out in angry red ink,

pretty, alluring at first sight,

rose buds in the wind,

appearing in shattered pieces on skin,

wavy images,

friends, foes, peers.

all look the same

conversations become mumbled, words exchanged over bad phone receptions,

and everyone looks the same,

dark images against surreal backgrounds,

it's the same, all the same.

--By Yue Lin

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