Life Goes On

[When I skipped school, i wrote (Mon. 11/9/06)]

The clouds are moving. I see. I notice. I'm sitting on the bleechers in Pelhem Bay Park. And I see it. We're moving. The Earth. This planet.

And there's planes flying, birds flying every which way. Before, I sat here, and looked at the moon. Now I look back, and see the sun. It seems like we're moving toward it. I'm facing the opposite way the clouds are going. It's going right. I'm going left.

The people walk the track, cars move. And kids are at school. My music plays, and plays. It doesn't know what is going on with me. That it's saving me. And the clouds don't know I'm watching. Earth doesn't care that I need Jazzy. People don't know who I am.

They're still living.

The earth is still moving.

Life goes on.