Lightspeed

"I wondered how fast is lightspeed?

would life stop or just follow me?"

"Telephone poles keep the time,

a rhythmic metronome of kinds,

it's the same beat as this song,

and might just last a lifetime long."

(Matt and Kim)

Yeah,

we're ok.

We're all alright.

It's a good feeling,

to know,

that in the midst of things

sucking (hardcore)

you've got anchors.

All around.

It's so good,

to hear your friends laugh.

It's great to know they're

there.

The eleventh grade isn't the problem,

I figured.

It's being in new classes

where people don't care, and fall asleep.

It's new teachers who lost all faith

in the teenage masses,

and forgot that some of us are intelligent.

But there are such good aspects to this part of life.

I'm still here,

still fiercely determined to

prove these idiots wrong.

I'm still breathing my share of the air here,

trying to earn it,

trying to live like I am meant to.

We're all working for our dreams,

and nothing keeps you motivated

like those aspirations.

I am forever grateful

for my anchors;

for the good things

worth living with this now

for;

my friends, namely.

Poetry.

Dreams.

My idiotic love for a guy.

I am most certainly ok with

all of the above.

And yes,

I have begun a new school,

and yes,

I am still a little more

starry-eyed than I am

fully comfortable with

for this boy.

I mean,

somedays it's a problem,

others,

it makes me happy.

Regardless of the reality of life,

I like to think that sometime,

somewhere,

(an alternate universe or what-have-you)

there's a little chance.

We're all ok.

And yes,

I can honestly say,

no matter how shitty this gets,

we're going to come out of it

doing just fine, and then some.