The Day from Hell
Realizing there is no toilet paper after your in the stall, after the morning of  my car not starting, running to the bus, in the rain, in flip flops, only to miss the bus, then back home, where everyone has left for work, searching for a ride, finally, a ride to school, missed my mandatory honors meeting, but finally in class, totally forgot about the test today, realized I just sat in gum, I’m sweating, my shirt is soaked, my pants are soaked, I can’t get up, I’m embarrassed, humiliated, watching the clock tick, waiting for this day to end, class bell rings, I head for the hallway, grab my books from my locker, head up the stairs, I fall, yes, I fall up the stairs, then, at least make it to class on time, but wait, I grabbed the wrong books, in the class I am not allowed to leave, in the class I have a lab in, with a partner, and I forgot my notebook, the notebook we need to finish the lab that counts for three test grades, sitting here, empty handed, no toilet paper, nobody in the bathroom, I decide to get up and shimmy to the next stall to grab some toilet paper, just then, the girls walk in, in my despair, the girls I dread, the girls that took my only pen in history class, leaving me penless, the girls whose hair is perfect, nails are perfection, and the girls who always smell amazing, right there, before my eyes, gazing, laughing, watching as toilet paper is stuck to my foot from the previous stall, bare ass, I jolt back to the stall, with the toilet paper in hand, only to realize I drizzled on my pants, next class is theatre, when will this day end...

OCTOBER
Outside, the setting sun begins it’s furor. The continuous falling leaves drop throughout the night. The wind is crisp; bones are chilled. Water glistens with sun's fiery rays. With the sky near dark, stars begin to glisten. The wind speaks eloquently, yet brashly. This very moment, there is a feeling of solitude. A feeling of wholeness. A feeling of togetherness. A moment of understanding, love, gratitude, appreciation, pure beauty. Dancing in this moment of grace and hope, realizing everything that's had and everything to be. Swirling in the moment where nothing matters but the soul, the surrounding eloquence of beauty, and the glorious heavens above. Owning this primal moment. This is the light, the sanctuary of life, the lullaby dearest to my heart. Eyes shut. Summoned are the memories, painful and pleasurable, filled with grief and comfort. All together, love and passion. Stretched are the limitations. Again, the sting of the invisible wind. Eyes open. Mind twisted. Body still. Blood flooring. Nerves twitching. Sitting, anticipating life's next move. Wanting and craving more. Desire. Prevailing belief. Strong song singing. Pitch-dark sky. Noises of the dark. Screeching insects, howling owl, unknown footsteps, raging water, leaves crackling, branches swaying. Weakness. Fear. Wonder. Belief. Strength. Mind wanders. Body falls against the frigid, hard ground. Enwrapping silence and sound together. Half heard voices. Glossy, unclear, flashes of color. Flashes of black. Muted silence. 

line taken from Antonya Nelson's "Land's End"