where i am

I sit stationary in a dead classroom, with teenagers thriving with blood made of finite hope: Screaming but remaining voiceless; living but suffering in stark.

I am not here; I am anywhere else.

I am the little shadow that runs across the grass and looses itself in the sunset. I am the flash of a firefly in the night sky. I am the loose strand of wind- tousled hair that dances on her bare shoulder. I am the live music that bites through your skins and mixes with nerves and veins. I am the thin air and the sinking grass, the lace patterns of light and shadow.

I am there.