January 10th, 2016.
one year ago today in that sophomore english class, I felt as if I was part of a story —
I was the girl who struck awe into you with words,
the girl who simultaneously loved and dreaded speaking.
I was the girl who silenced the class.
it may have not been my own vocal chords bringing this to life but
the words were nothing but my voice.
that was the week when my mind was taken up with mock-orange blossoms and slouching fences-
I recognized them because I was the same.
so when I cracked open my eyes in the midst of that english class to be faced with transparent expressions on your faces I didn’t know what to think
did you understand the flowers, too?
I really have no idea what this is.