Artistic License

A production by yours truly.

Dedicated to the world within my thoughts.

By: Inconceivable.

Here I am. Just a random guy sitting in a random seat in a random class out of the millions of people named Vincent, or Vince or any other nickname which may arise out of the root word. No pet names, please. As I write the beginning of this narrative, I could hear distinctively the monotonous, droning voice of the class echoing the teacher as she inundated us with the standards of expected learning. You guessed it. Good god.

"Class, what is one way of being a good global citizen?" the teacher asked, her synthetic voice hollow as she strived to sound enthusiastic. Silence followed, as usual, for five minutes, before the bell signaled (at last, I might add) for release. It might be equivalent to the joy a prisoner would have to be finally released from prison after ten years, only for me it was roughly seven hours. I threw open the double doors and welcomed the cold air, taking it down in deep, relaxing gulps. I felt vexed somewhat at the pattern of my life, but that idea was soon thrown to the wind as I stepped outside; the snow was still falling lightly from morning.

Many people do not realize my romantic side. Some just find it impossible that a person of such cynical character can have any trait that could be considered romantic. Well, piffles to them. No, I'm not attempting to flood you, dear reader, about the life of an angry adolescent teen. Rather, I'm asking you to "spin the bottle," or in other words, take a chance at something before you categorize it; it may just turn out somewhat different than what one might expect.

Spin the Bottle

So much that you do not know;
An enigma, realize, that you cannot solve.
Not an ordinary jig saw puzzle,
One that is shattered and never to be repaired.
Picking up shards, you think you see
The bigger picture which lies within.
Sorry, try again, spin the bottle,
Take the chance and not dwell upon
The fragments you see of me that you think you know.
The puzzle is anything but complete;
Will one ever take the time and thought
To look beyond what one thinks one knows?
Spin the bottle, take a chance, go beyond what comfort is,
Maybe then you'll finally see what may be
Completely different from what you've seen.

So it begins.