April was surreal for me. I won the talent show, I qualified for Nationals in Speech and Debate, I am poised to do good on my AP tests.
So, as a result, here is my final poem for the month of April.
fin
Spoiler
i am a heat seeking missile seeking your attention, and i've been wearing a bloodcaked sweatshirt every time i see you so you'll worry about my physical condition. but you're colorblind, so you repeatedly ask why i keep on shitting myself.
"Words say little to the mind compared to space thundering with images and crammed with sounds."
The wince that you wince when you see your quote in the quote generator is quite a wince, I tell ya. To know that the whole YWS community has read and judged your quote is quite an awkward feeling like oh noes.
*manly blush* — Arcticus
