Bumping yet again. I never want to see this thread on page 2, and yet somehow it's always there.
A product of my extreme boredom during an extra-boring seminar. Instead of being rude and sleeping, I decided to pretend I was aptly listening and taking down notes, when I was actually writing this:
MY SHOELACES AND MORE
My shoelaces are pretty.
They are white.
Slowly turning gray.
Of dirt.
That probably came from the school gym.
Which they painted especially for graduation.
To show the parents why they pay the tuition.
To give the school a paint job it badly needs.
While the paint fumes intoxicate the little students.
Making them asthmatic.
Adding them to all the statistics.
Which is a very annoying subject to learn.
So filled with numbers.
Which I hate.
Coz when you start to learn the numbers,
You go on to shapes.
And geometry.
And trigonometry.
Which is but a foreign word when you’re in kindergarten.
Where everything was fun.
Problem-free.
You just needed to know your letters and colors.
My favorite color is blue.
I hate pink.
I used to love it.
But I got sick of it when they painted my room pink.
I miss that room.
I grew up in that room.
With the stickers on my door.
And I pulled on the wallpaper as I ran along the wall.
Making the wall white.
White like my rubber shoes.
Like my shoelaces.
My pretty shoelaces.
It's not supposed to have a deeper meaning, or any meaning at that, so don't bother trying to figure it out. Just humor me.
