Glove compartment

New writing spot for the win! Moved out of my first apartment, I'm feeling pretty nostalgic. We'll see what happens in this one.
-loch

You bought the dream

I am sandwiched between a punk rock waiter who is unsure of nothing except for a constant constraint to travel and a love of tattoos with a half hearted political agenda; a Marxist masochist who's only real truth is an intense refusal to admit his own possession of morals, who would rather sell himself short to give himself more time than commit himself to one of an envious amount of talents; and a bartender who has shrouded himself in static pseudo reality and is desperately slamming on the breaks before screeching head on into the real world before he has the chance to order another round.

Someone order me a lonestar and bum me a cigarette. This summer will be brutal and hot in more than one sense of the word, so I suppose I should try and be the same.

-loch

Alone again

'We're swimming around,
It's all I do when I'm with you.'

-loch

Had my cake, now

I gave you everything. Was it not enough?
This balcony is my only constant. One day you'll be sad you let me go.
-loch

Young and beautiful

I am honestly happy.
-loch

Young blood

I'm perpetually getting myself into pickles.

-loch

I'm waking up

I think I found what I need right now. If you believe in prayers then pray for me, if not then send me good vibes, it's whatever. Wrote a poem last night, I'll post it soon.

-loch

Line of the century

Found a new writing spot on campus.


-loch

in my bones

Sometimes I wonder if this is what I'm supposed to be doing. I've never learned a thing in a journalism class but I'm fine at the paper. Class is never what made me a talented writer. I wonder if I'd be better off just stopping everything and finally writing. I know this sounds cliche but this isn't helping me, it's a detriment to my writing projects. I'm spending little to no time on them due to other obligations, but isn't my writing the reason I came to school in the first place? Maybe not everyone's meant for this. Maybe I could live without a degree. It's a strange thing to feel that your life is being dictated by a desire to meet other's expectations. Maybe everyone feels like this. Maybe this is just showing me who I really am and what I'm built for. I think at this point I'm keeping up this facade of being a student to keep this life, this lifestyle, to keep other people happy. I don't think I'm happy, and I'm certainly not flourishing here. I didn't come to college to take high school-esque classes on Shakespeare's word choice.

I feel like I'm waking up from a dream.
-Loch

Daylight could be so violent

I wrote a short story. I think the next two weeks will be crucial.

Love,
Loch