pressure from behind the damn, building up, i can feel it wanting to break out, break out beyond the boundaries of society, run into the night, under the stars, wet grass on my feet, a cold nose, and a loud triumpant heart beat. escape, escape from what? why escape? because i'm already caught, i was born caught up in a system, a system of legalized robbery by the right of private property, a system where watching movies, television, and sports reigns over doing things yourself, where symbol... read more

It's a nightly ritual, my mother and uncle sit at the dinning room table discussing their work day over smoking a bowl. He'll spend his entire day off with his friend television, and she'll clean as if she's trying to scrub the house holy.
In my room alone I gaze at my walls covered with painted emotion, recalling past memories with people who were once my world, and now, now they're not even in my world. I have only myself, everything else is transient. My thoughts roll over me like wa... read more