Difficult

I stared at the laptop screen. My vision blurred. I didn't know what to type.

I closed the lid, and thought about Times New Roman. I wondered who came up with it.

Empty

We stepped outside of the coffee house. The air was brisk. She lit two cigarettes.

"He said it wasn't an essay."

"Yeah?"

I stared at my feet and blew smoke.

"There just wasn't enough, I guess."

"I could see that. It was pretty empty."

She teetered back and forth to stay warm and conversation continued — she spoke through chatters. We finished smoking. She dropped her cigarette. I flicked mine.

Walk

I closed my laptop and put it in my bag. I put my sweatshirt on, zipped up, and slipped my headphones on.

-click click click-

I scrolled my iPod to Radiohead, selecting the album Kid A.

"Everything In Its Right Place"

Pulsing in my ears — I walked to class.