crotholz
i painted over my yellow walls. yellow,, covered in signatures and sketches, notes and smiley faces. It kept my friends close and present always. But i painted over them. with each stroke of the brush i could hear their words sputter out one last time. silenced by white. an off white actually. people like off white. people don't buy houses with yellow walls with writing all over. so i painted. i painted so the house could sell. i painted so everything could change. i painted so my father could leave and start his new life without me.
people like off-white. i liked yellow.
whenever i see a limo drive by, i assume that inside, there is a ridiculously famous celebrity inside, sipping on champagne and laughing with a wonderfully fake laugh with all the friends whose names they can't remember.
I carry my backpack with me everywhere. A snarky pin on the outside pocket gives it a taste of my humor. In it are things only a select few ever get to witness. But mostly it just has books and my laptop maybe my sweater. My backpack symbolizes school. and friends. and the change from season to season. It has seen the best and worst of me, but sticks around regardless. My backpack symbolizes me.