From "East vs. West: The War Between the Coasts":

"To a Californian, all New Yorkers are cold; even in heat they rarely go above fifty-eight degrees. If you collapse on a street in New York, plan to spend a few days there...

To a New Yorker, all Californians are blond, even the blacks. There are, in fact, whole neighborhoods that are zoned only for blond people. The only way to tell the difference between California and Sweden is that the Swedes speak better English..."

In the wake of a series of exams I've gotta take in the next few days, this may seem like a rambling more than a freelance. But, it's a fitting rambling, because when I'm not cramming for Bio 102 (whose test is later on today), I'm trying to start another piece. And this was all I came up with. I'll probably edit this, and only this, piece later on. Then again...

The First Line

My dear brethren of the realm I freely live,
the obligations I wish to fulfill to you all
have been deterred by a missing element
A crucial part that perhaps carries more weight
than the words that follow it. Without it,
my thoughts run amuck like a headless duck.

A daydream I had not too long ago,
placed me in another man's body.
It felt like me, dressed like me, talked like me.
A mirror of my future, told through this man's shoes.
My awakening was not to my favor; as I found that it was
a living nightmare of an outcome most unsavory.

I bit into a pear in my moment of self-intervention;
my eyes widenened, as the element of the fruit's sweetness
brought to my attention that I perhaps was missing;
missing the same element I couldn't locate for my own words.
Brethren, this element is a universal, unisexual phenomena
that is necessary for one's future progression.

The man who I traded places with that day
seemed worn and restless in its battle with reality;
the first line of his life was crooked and wayward.
But here, on this verbal canvas, I vow to find
that starting point which will effortlessly define me;
whose road is straight, and its future visible.