like an american.
You were like, tall, tan, driving 'round the city Flirtin' with the girls like, "You're so pretty."
I didn’t know what to think when I got to college, but I knew I wasn’t going to let it take me down. I had worked far too hard my senior year, applying for school here, applying for school there, all the while not even knowing if I could afford it. But God graciously gave me an opportunity of a lifetime, student loans and financial aid all working towards my endless pursuit of the one thing I knew best: art. I woke up in the morning and I lived in a technicolor that was too real to be my own, but I reveled in it anyway, painting everything that I had seen on canvases I’d worked rag and bone to pay for. It was almost like I wasn’t worthy of the magical things I’d been seeing in my new town.
School was going to start in a couple of weeks, so everyone around found themselves fumbling over the last few days of summer. I could count the time we had left on two hands. Everyone enjoyed their summer here, while I’d just moved down from miles away, starting my path at the end of theirs. I guess we all were just beginning a new chapter of our lives. My book had already been written for me, embodied in not who I was, but the personalities I tried to adopt. I was the universe wrapped in skin, consciousness of Vincent Van Gogh incarnate, searching for a Starry Night.
I made a friend here and there when I walked around town aimlessly, searching for places my muse struck me the most. When they told me about a pool party at a stranger’s house, I wanted to go - I was eager to introduce someone to who I’d learned to be, the type of person that would fit in a town like this. And I wanted to go because maybe, just maybe, I’d find my niche.
When I arrived, I was quick to grab a drink and sit down, observing as everyone in the pool frolicked. I wore my two-piece underneath some flowy clothing, but I didn’t really feel up to swimming just yet. First I wanted to see the type of people around. I looked up and saw someone particularly bold at the top of the diving board, grin on his face before he dove into the pool, cannon ball style. Smirk on my lips, I stood up and grabbed one of the free towels, approaching the edge of the pool before he rose back up. I held out the towel. “You made quite the splash there, buddy.”
