Archetypes

Flying on wax and feather wings, striving to find the balance between bright sun and dark unforgiving sea. Vacillating between irrepressible joy and unbearable sadness. College is a rush, and a let down. All the oddballs and off-beats have made a pilgrimage to this campus. The kids who were scoffed at all through High School because they were different have built a hierarchy here. This hierarchy is fundamentally built on strangeness and substance abuse, driven by the will to find the next high. It feels redundant to say that, but I am just now reaching clarity on the idea that this place is not all I built it up to be in my mind. It's a lot like Communism; beautiful in theory, but when the human element becomes involved, chaos ensues.