Gentle reader,
Let yourself get lost
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Eyes flutter open
as my phone screams
Waaaaaaa
Waaaaaaa
Waaaaaaa
Jolting me
And jack (my roommate)
Im sorry jack (my roommate)
As I hurdle
towards my cellular
Device
My alarm rises
in pitch
Oh great Doppler Effect
Why
Today is 7/11/2023
The two-thousand twenty-third day
That slurpees™️ have been free
Since time began
And whatnot
I couldn’t get one
How irksome
I say,
miffed
Anyways,
Last night,
but also today
From 1-3 AM
With our exuberant young sun
Hiding playfully below the horizon
We pointed the telescope
At a rock
With a name
But when I name my rocks it’s “odd”
Hypocrites
We all are
Now, gentle reader, let us return to the present
Cement passes under
Our feet
Moths to the Chase Dining Hall Flame
We simply are
Salty tears stream
Falling off my face
On powdered eggs
(My tears’ progenitors)
Ironically improving them
As before they lacked in
Seasoning
Morning lecture
Concerns universal history
Even though
Every student secretly knows
That it all began
When J.J. Reality
Created all we know
And cherish
I walk to lunch
With mind full,
stomach mostly empty,
Like space.
Grass waves to me
Like an old friend
Bugs
Birds
Squirrels, too
Scurry at my feet
With trust
Of which I only dream
and then I’m there.
Chaos
Whole chicken and pulled chicken
Graced the menu
The dichotomy made me
Reminisce
On times of conflict
Throughout history
Perchance
🤔
Naptime.
My eyes thank me
I am rejuvenated.
The afternoon is equally hectic
As OD coders scramble for answers
I help as best I can but
The deadline is nigh
Under the beating sun
Its unforgiving rays hot on my spine
I trudge
Down to Chase
Third time’s the charm
The meal is
Passable
This is
An true anomaly
get it.
Dr. Feddersen posits a difficult riddle
Of a man
In a telephone booth
Giving our table
A confused mien
And so dinner ended
Now I labor
Galaxies are to be plotted
Work
Work
work
Smirk
Smile, for we have only a short while,
Remaining in SSP
Soon, I will retire
To my dorm.
Soon, I will return
To my home
With new knowledge,
Equipped.
With new friends,
Made.
Grateful and exhausted.
Thank you Professors,
TAs,
Dr. Ice,
Thank you friends,
Cosmic Cantina,
Franklin Street,
Guest Speakers,
UNC,
Thank you,
And a warm
Goodnight.
Garrett Holt is a soon-to-be bestselling author and poet laureate. He is 17, lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, enjoys playing the piano and composing, reading, and his friend’s company. If he could tell the reader one thing, it would be this: “Love yourself and others, do not plant that evil seed of hatred that only grows when love is not there to quell it.” He would like to thank the reader for joining him on his spiritual journey, and wishes them well in their respective futures.
