May 11, 2015

After School.

A long time without writing, a longer time without ‘confessions’. Writing is a therapy for me, but I got to be careful, because I must always be aware these writings may not be desired by all.

Outside the corridor is buzzing with
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the sound of students; excited that their
classes are over for the day. Yet staying
back to practice dances for the show,
arguing regarding which room to use,
keeping an ear out for thunder.

The rains have almost stopped,
but the cold has already set in.
It has already become darker,
and the mood calls for whisky.

The noise seems to get louder,
as there is more confusion.
Go! Go away. Do your work.
Be silent!
But no one heeds.