Why is it you think you put pins in me
to mark where you've been? What's mine
is mine; and yours is yours. Have you
ever woke to find that you can't find your
identity? I can assure you that it's not
under the bed. I won't do this again. I
feel the pain of emerging into this mold;
bodies colliding thoughts finishing the
sentences and faces unable to mask the
urge to throw up. I'm nauseous. Is this the
ebb or the flow? It's starting to fool me and
I can't have this moment last forever if this is
how it shall remain.
Scott Joel Gizicki is just another one of those new Los Angeles residents that acts and enjoys writing as well. After being born and raised in Detroit, he finally made it 3,000 miles to the city he's always wanted to live in this past August. He hopes he can stand out from the crowd; at least a little bit. :)
