SAILING

And it's rainy outside. The streets disappear under inches of slick acid rain- that tears through the earth stone cemented together by hard working hands of labor. I try to dismiss the dimness that todays weather is pressing against my mood by mentally removing myself from the enviornment. Instead I'll listen to music that somehow seeps its way into the crevices of a cold heart that I permanently froze overnight. And so the ice will slowly melt.
There're basketball games at shcool tonight. Report cards are dished out and jaws hit the floor. The grades that I got this second quarter were enough to make me disappointed at my UNsuccess in school- and 30 seconds later my mind is reversed back into the mindset of nonchalant-ness. I could care less about these grades on paper for what I've failed to accomplished last period... I'm more intune with what I can do to bring them up next time around. I can only think this way because it hurts to face the truth that I barely passed two of my classes.
And so I sit in school on a dreary day-careless to the letters that mark me as a "good student"- not sure of tonight's plans and steadily drowning in the melody of some Enrique Iglesias song (cheesy is definitely the word). But the song does take off the sting of reality so that I don't ever have to deal with the unnecessary if I don't wish to.