Crowdstaining

I am soft like putty; molded and versatile, you can press on me and be assured that the imprint lasts. The stronger the person, the deeper the impact. I can’t help but think about Walter White, who is known for adopting the mannerisms of the enemies he kills, purportedly out of admiration along the difficulty in which killing them pose. I’m not Walter White but I feel as if I am the amalgamation of everything I admire, of everyone who has ever kissed me or held me for hours on end. Of everyone who has shared their soul with me. It’s said that youth’s only tragedy is being unoriginal and I am tragic.

Of Vivian, who resides in my mind behind the doors of anime intros and handwashing. I still think of you when I scrub behind my thumb joint, the place you told me was the most missed area of the hand.

Of Sadie, who resides in my mind as the common human struggle, beneath a cloud of Radiohead songs. I remember when we cried together over nothing in particular, listening to Everything in Its Right Place. I was never a huge fan of this band, but it was more meaningful with you.

Of Jo, who resides in my mind as an overarching sky of possibility. I think of your influence towards my inclination to enjoy my time here. The name is a beacon of life and freedom; you are the pinnacle of the soul. Thank you.

Of Scout, who resides in my mind as the consequences of religious upbringing. I hope your shame has passed.

Of Brooke, who resides in my mind as the ideal love. You genuinly connected with Streetlight like me and the lyrics of We Are The Few are yours. You are still my best friend; I wish I could attend your wedding.

Of Atlas, who is the reason I got on hormones. We haven’t talked since I did, but I couldn’t possibly forget. thank you.

Of Sarafeli, who resides in my head as the first, childish love. We were in middle school, but certain songs still make me think of you. As well as every time Homestuck is mentioned to me.

And to everyone who knows or has known me in Columbia, to everyone who is reading this. This blog is just as much from a part of you as it is from me.

So come clean;
No one should have have to live with the things you've seen.
But you're living anyway!
Well I stop the car and I put her in park,
And I step outside- God, I hate this part
When I see what I saw what I thought was a life that was more than a chore;
I'm just doing what I need to get by.
I don't care if you leave or stay
But you might as well split, 'cause it's
Not the same as it was
When we said our last goodbye,
And if you want the truth:
I was hoping one of us would
Pass away 'cause it'd be much easier then;
We could all get together and think about when
We were young, we were dumb, we were numb, but in love
And I'm done so I'm sending out this letter today.