Classroom Blues

Days are starting to blur together. Going to class everyday, sitting there for eight hours, soaking up the wisdom and not understanding a thing. I sit there and look around, I see those same old faces, some I like and some I don't, but most of the time I mask myself with a smile just to get through the day. Life can teach you a lot of things.

Most of the days the lectures are too boring and so I have taught myself to sleep with my eyes open. Sometimes I would just stare at the corner of the room and get lost in it. I start seeing perception lines, the continuity to the next room. Sometimes everything becomes silent and all I hear is the creaking sound of the fan slowly spinning or the sound of the tip of my pen scratching on the crisp paper. Sometimes all I hear are my own thoughts, the sounds of the universe playing tricks on me. Sometimes I would slowly close my eyes and see darkness, a moment away from the real world, a place of absolute bliss. Sometimes it is all that I care.