Poetry: College

start

pinching the tips of my fingers one by one

so scared to start writing on the first page

they say first impressions are the most important.

There’s no formula for starting besides the word itself: start.

Now is one of the most beautiful experiences: beginning.

The fall, the rush waiting at any moment

All you have to do

is jump

that’s always the hardest part

knowing every journey is laced with pain and heartbreak

almost makes you believe it’s best to live in an in-between state

shivering at the thought of change

floating in an endless space

not completely happy

but not completely hurting

numbing in the blurred lines of complacency

because if it isn’t pain

if it isn’t happiness

it’s nothing

and I refuse to live in the land of nothing

this is my beginning

one of many introductions to an ever-changing story

I would rather be an impressionist than have a blank canvas

I would rather live in infamy

than never live at all.