New World

At this moment, I am held up by the meandering structure of society. It seems apparent, that I can not and shall not ever escape the melancholy of mechanical civilization. So, in an attempt for further freedom and enjoyment of life, I request special treatment, including, but not limited to, some type of love. Jackie, with her callous looks of blindness, or the others, with their gleam for diamonds, leave all else to wondrous conclusions that baffle all but the ignorant. The future is determined by the decisions I make, and the decisions have already been decided, by an event of which, I was barely a fractional part. A steady beat might protrude into the sanctity of melody, and the rhythm of pop culture can not make a dent in my heart or intellect.

Hills, under the reflection of our sun, stand as sentinels of coming difficulties that will not be surmounted. And, therefore, I will cry no longer. Instead, I will create my own existence, from which I will champion over the ugliest monsters.

Preston Radford
UVSC Student
Integrated Studies
Philosophy and Literature

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