where the heart is.

these are freewrites i wrote today in my english class. basically what a freewrite is, is a 3 minute time slot where you just write and dont stop to think. it represents two parts of me..





I have nothing to offer. Nothing concrete. I have intangible traits the world may see as both amusing and irritating. but that alone doesnt pay the bills. I wish that somehow i could assign a monetary worth to the golden traits i possess, along as a detrimental value to the black, icy, soul-less traits i choose to ignore and disown. If I were a colorful character in the setting for somebody else's life, I would be a circular, two dimensional black amorphous blob. Shallow to the eye, but expanding in depth for eons. a black hole. the remnants of a star that was once a scintillating ball of character.






I am bright. intangibly bright. unfathomably bright. not in intellect, but in my existence. I am the north star. a beacon for billions. even the true north to which other stars orient themselves.
I feel alone in the night sky. Vulnerable. Undying. I wish to only revert back to nebulic premature form. In the form of a supernova. taking out as many stars and people as i can on my way out in a massive explosion. giving them nothing in which to orient themselves. I orient myself around me. there is no greater compass in existence except myself. Iron cant even disorient me.
















i had nothing intellectual or factual to write. so i fill in the blank spaces with words ive already spoken to the paper.