By: Rodolfo Perez
I sit alone.
Alone at a quiet table, against my will.
There is always a sign telling me there should be no talking,
But that is hardly ever the case.
I keep my life filled with people who find themselves
But every once in a while there is a case like the one I am partaking in at this moment.
The quiet air swells, and leaves me struggling
Over and over and over.
My mind begins to wander.
I think of idiotic plans.
Plans to win over the people I struggle to keep close in my life,
But with every thought and inconsiderate word
Into the empty space in my head
Only to blanket myself,
In the false confidence, and fatty compartments,
That are my hopes for a normal life.