Tabula Rasa

Growing Up

Here's what it lays out to be... You don't know me, don't feel bad- honestly no one ever will. Living on the streets, depending on other people- I learned the hard way. In a second- the truth to someone, is a total lie. Maybe you didn't do a damn thing to cause me not to trust you, but that doesn't mean I ever will. You should never expect to know someone completely. You may know initial glitches of their history, but most of their past will remain hidden- only in simple, good or traumatic experiences.

So yeah, okay- compare a memory of your own to mine, am I supposed to feel safer or closer to you now? I don't trust easily so get that through your head as walk away to leave you pondering this...

"Why should I trust you trust you when I can't even remember your name?"

-Nora Forrest

-Believe you was written during the time when I lived on the streets and got into drugs. So I wrote it when I felt that I couldn't trust anyone. 

Around Us

I can sit here and calmly watch these people around me, rotate as their lives move away from them.

Yet a story, a rumor, and a lie can spread throughout a group of troubled people quicker than a disease spreads through a nation.

People are inevitable to ambition, it's rare they see that they're the cause.

Turmoil to one anothers actions.

So I calmly sit, watching as life passes them by, while they waste their time ruining reputations.

Because they're people. We'll only need to deal with eachother for 30 days, yet there they are.

And whether I intervene this gossip, explain the senselessness in this by explaining  their mistakes.

It's just a shame I can see their problems and the solutions so easily, yet I can't see my own.

In the end, I never did waste my breath. I benefited from their critisisms about eachother. I studied them in peace.

Because I'm the girl, sitting silently on the floor. By minding my own business I only dealt with being ignored as I continued to watch everything... around me.

-Nora Forrest

-Around us was written a few weeks after I was taken to an lockdown impatient for minors with drug addiction. As I sat and watched boys and girls, I was inspired.

Amends 

 As she ranaway from her life, with urgent steps. She looked up at the window, feeling no regrets. He pushed her away, it was his own decision. He was a bully, providing her good reason.

When she'd slammed the door, she'd never looked back. She'd had the baby in her arms, and some clothes in a sack. With no destination; to reach an end. There was no other way things 'could have been.'

Time ticked by on the hanging clock. When she never came back, it put him in shock. He never thought she found her strength, to go to such great lengths.

At the brink of dawn... She was long gone. Her daughter deserved better, than to go through that shit. She felt remorse only a little bit. She found somewhere to escape, from the life of hate.

He sat up all night replaying in his head. The mistake in what he had said. All through the night. In the end seeing why her decision might have been right.

Second Glance

 Why is it so easy to see everyone elses problems and solutions, when you cannot see your own?

 Definitions:

Essence 

Essence
1.The intrinsic nature or indispensable quality of something, esp. something abstract, that determines its character
- conflict is the essence of drama
2.A property or group of properties of something without which it would not exist or be what it is
3.Something that exists; in particular, a spiritual entity
- the position that names express essences
4.An extract or concentrate obtained from a particular plant or other matter and used for flavoring or scent