sleeping on the floor

so i sat for a while, as i usually do, and i decided that there is something seriously wrong here. ha ha. nothing new. 

i wrote this yesterday but it felt unfinished. i came back to it a few minutes ago and wrote the last line. my hometown of stockton, Ca has one of the lowest literacy levels of all cities in the nation with a population over 250 thousand people. it is really sad. books, comic books, graphic novels, magazines--those were some of the only reasons i got through most of my life, and to think that people can't appreciate all the literature there is out there enough to make it a staple of a child's education is incredibly disheartening. 

sometime i worry about us all. sometimes i just don't care. sometimes i want to care, but can't; other times, i just think it is all really stupid.

sleeping on the floor

i step

  where the past wants me to

and i know better than to tread inland-

i stay cliff-side

i like the open-ended views i'm offered

   but the scenery lacks ingenuity 

the most opportune moments

      have side-effects

unchecked pens ruin notebooks

a non-stop brain stays still and 

 worries leave a mark on every place you visit

the handwriting speaks only to me 

       and i can't blame it:

not enough people read, back where i'm from