that of pursuit, inquiry
and of reasoning

Found myself in a state of sublimity, which didn't last very long as soon as consciousness settled in; i woke up t the soft consonance of melody and voice, very evidently from one of the old records i must have put on earlier. Without glasses i very quickly skimmed the room and found myself staring right back at me; the parents had gone overseas and were only scheduled t return the following sunday. Having taken over the parents' room (now settled very nicely on the king-sized berth staring blankly at the ceiling),
what was i t do?

The american university goal still holds- essentially the only thing left working for- so why, then am i not putting my head t shitloads of papers and words? Perhaps i dont want t do this alone, perhaps im tired of visiting cinemas with a ticket for one, perhaps im sick of this solitude,

The question is, 'Am i, really?'
Nah.

With people walking in and out of my life this easy, it figures t think, it's hardly anything worth keeping.

(the record still playing in the background) i brought them biology notes t my face- knowledge, in forms of paper, my passport, my future.

Im heading out alone, so embrace me,
american dream.