Do it! Places

grey, not just the color but an overall feeling of grey, smog, heavy air, living in a bubble, voices, screams, yells, every name and profanity in the book, bruises, in more places than one, from more person than one, wincing, cringing, crying, a cloud above you head, a mood that lasts all day

list/mess of rhetorical figures as per usual
-34 miles makes such a difference
-is my town now brighter?
-is there smog in places that are not LA
-memories only half repressed
-broken fences and cars in yards
-no escape emotionally, at any hour of the day
-piles of clothes
-piles of bottles
-no end in sight, or so i thought
-then again does it ever really end?
-or just another type of sadness

Reason 1537 I relate to no one

Bleakness and mediocrity,
somehow I knew then.
People settling and feeling
things I could not

Smog filled the air. It filled my mind-
my heart, my soul
every fiber of my then confused being.
no end in sight

Piles of clothes and piles of bottles,
empty because why not?
I tried to keep it together,
as if cleaning brought cleansing

Hallways of screams,
words I never knew,
memories and scars created
as if they ever knew.

Bruises can fade
though we know where they came.
from here and from there
from you and him and from her.

Broken fences now are only from snow.
And lives seem brighter,
is everything whiter?
is everything repressed, from 34 miles away