Fluid SanctumMy sanctuary isn't a single location that has meaning to me, no. My place of zen is fluid, because I'm soothed not by a place but by the search for knowledge. So long as I'm attaining new knowledge I feel right at home where I am. Libraries, in the classroom, in my own room, as long as I can scrounge up more information on a topic of interest, I will feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It's this fluidity that is the genius of my sanctuary.The search for knowledge is an endless quest. New questions will always be packaged with new knowledge, thus creating a perpetual cycle. My sanctuary extends beyond physical bounds, beyond water damage and rust, and fires. The only limitation is time, my time. Which is why I spend so much of my time inside my own bubble, collecting, cataloging, and stashing, this knowledge.Often times the word knowledge connotes "book learning", formulas, facts, and things of the like. I believe that knowledge is not limited to facts about the outside world,
Teen angsty type bullshitDeep brown eyesLight olive skinCharming voiceThat's how it draws you inIt follows meYet isn't thereCan't escapeIt's all knowing glareIt knows me moreThan I know my selfWatching meFrom atop my shelfIt's tried onceTo take my lifeWith venomous wordsNot by the knife.Don't trust itBut you already doIt breaks bondsBut that's nothing newDon't forgiveDon't forgetDon't sympathizeYour just it's marionetteSo fall in lineJoin the restIt's my own faultIt can attest
HomeThe one bedroom apartment is in a state of disarray. Empty cans of cheap beer litter the floor, the peeling walls still reek of piss. The poor state of the environment is matched only by the poorer state of your parents attitude. You finished your bachelors in zoology and had plans that never really panned out. So here you are, back with your parents in the same poverty stricken apartment complex you spent 17 years living in. Maybe there's a job opening at Kroger's. You'll make enough money to find a place of your own, start paying off all the debt you racked up learning about nothing important. Maybe you'll deal a bit on the side to make some real money. Not too many of your mates every got out of this shit hole, why not talk to them, see who's running the game now. Have them put in a good word for you. For now though, you're tired and depressed. You brush off the cigarette butts from the ash stricken sofa and collapse. Welcome home.