First day of sophomore year tomorrow! First day of public school…ever, really.
Category: Poems
Current mood:  confident

Well…this is it. No turning back now, but who said anything about going back? No point in pinpointing the point of no return. Stranger in a strange land, I’ve been raised an alien and I’m coming home to Earth. Or at least I hope I can find a home in this place. 

I’ve been getting high on hopes these days, I hope I never run out. Ha, there’s a penny for the jar. Here in the green room, optimism never looked so good on me. Hope it stays that way when I step out on the stage. And that’s another penny.

Morning after thunderstorm, all fresh and new and delightfully dreary, the petrichor hanging in the air. That’s what it is, both figuratively and literally. The calm after the storm.

So I’ll lace my boots tight and put on a smile to go with my spikes, ‘cause everyone else here has enough fear for the both of us and I’m excited to finally start living a little. 
They don’t even know what’s coming for ‘em. 

-Jed