Thursday, April 3, 2014
Tonight I have to write Belmont a letter telling them why they should accept my application to the Studio Art program.
Everything I have been piecing together sounds like an overwhelming cliché. My words feel tired. I need new material.
Perhaps I am just suffering from exhaustion. My words don't fit me anymore.
I'm new. I'm new.
I'm so new
I'm having trouble distinguishing
Whose story I'm telling.
I'm 1000 miles long.
