All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Splinter Static
March 4, 2012
I sit in the second seat of a borrowed car on the chosen street we once made holy with laughter and lips. I watch the asphalt bear faults as the dandelions give their painted seedlings to a stranger wind. You, sit too. I listen to the clicks and hisses of your breaths, enunciated and punctuated. You pause. I think I can hear the chatter of neurons, certain they aren’t mine, for I cannot understand their reluctant projections. You must know, as you pause to explain, “I feel alone when I’m with you”. My paper lungs remind me twice, I don’t remember how to bre
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
