I wrote the following in my spiral notebook while waiting in my dorm room for the mail room to open. I had no intention of posting, only of venting some frustrations and letting out a little creativity that was bouncing around inside. After failing a few attempts in my sketch book, I hit the pen and pad. With the end result I decided to kill two birds with one stone. The visual is just something that I felt would fit in and provide proper representation. Try to find a meaning in the writing.. for all I know it's just gibberish. Again, I had no direction or intention, only to write for the sake of writing.



I hit the end of the street and take a left. Left; it seems to be a common ground over which I walk. Left handed, frequent drawings toward left turns, left for dead, etc. I'm not about to attempt to explain what it's about, some times I'm just stressed to put forth some kind of observation of a pattern in my life in hopes of translating it to something I can look at in more of a mathematical sense. Emotions and the normal day to day happenings of a persons life are like a foreign language to me. Things are easier if they can be explained geometrically- hard, concise, unrelenting, irreversible, understandable. Some people live at a pace that shifts so quickly it's difficult to grasp what they represent before they change shape and wiggle away to the pursuit of something new. I need things to be laid out in a way that they can be shaped and arranged, but only in 45 to 90 degree intervals. I want defined corners, crisp edges, and clearly set beginnings and ends. I define myself in a way that isn't generally socially acceptable but I feel it's the only real way to draw a clear line between conscious, sane thought and oblivion. Sometimes I fear that If i let go of the path that I follow I'll float away. Gravity has no precedence over one who has no faith in the free flowing, living, breathing set of rules that everyone bends and morphs to take in and accept as they spawn on a daily basis. I was born with a solid understanding of what I was meant to do, and my views were constructed upon that. There is no need to adapt. My life is a prism, and the only support I need is that which already holds me up. Any excess would simply be an imbalance. I've always found a way to move from point A to point B and even continue on to C before others have even begun to contemplate progression in their ever-changing lives. The problem with this is no matter how quickly I manage to pass up point C I always somehow end up exactly where I started. I have no vent for my frustrations. My thoughts have almost lead me to the end of another street. I have no vent for my frustrations. All I have are my patterns. I hit the end of the street and I take a left.