amesplaza

this house is freezing with the idea
of death
of drama
of leaving…
be it days or forever.
i miss my coffin sized dorm.
i miss the discomfort of my ancient dorm mattress.
i miss the musty smell of the haunted building
and the sight of the chipped wood floors.
i miss the sounds of genres of music colliding in the hallways-
creating this sonic boom of college kid anxiety and disinterest.
i miss the awkward feeling
of running into the drunk mistake
(perhaps he wasn’t a mistake?)
and trying to laugh it off
and say it was the bottle of wine that made my lips move
not the feelings inside of me.
i left this weekend because i was scared
to stay alone on that lifeless campus.
i left because i was trying to escape.
now all i want to do is return.

<3

ames plaza

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