There are clocks ticking in my blood
Time makes noise
Everything is running down
Applications to go in
Taxes
Online forms
Purist of the bigger better faster more
Or maybe just a slice of peace
Yeah the introduction of chaos
As an entry way for peace
Miles from here
The other me
Sits at her computer
Happily working towards deans list in her pink and white dorm room
While I am left hustling forward
Trying to gain that ever fading hope
Of tomorrow
This was not an ad for MTV. It is not a poem, nor spoken word. This is a rushed girls breathing when blood makes noise.