THE DOMICILES PROJECT
Out;
Full of colors
Shadows
Pinks, Blues, Browns, Greens
Inside is tragedy.
Peacefully, Quiet, secluded
With a long path
To the road.
It had new paint
New doors
New people.
The first people.
The last people.
Safe
They thought
Alone
They thought
Away from the rest of society.
The door had no lock.
The door needed a lock.
The door had no lock.
Inside
The walls are red.
No furnishings to be seen
With the exception of for one,
A doormat.
Guilt seeps from the ground.
One was terrified.
One was unaware.
Is it better to be unaware something terrible is about to happen,
Or to know,
And not be able to change a thing?
Is it better to trust someone unconditionally
Or to believe they are malicious and know what they will so?
Would you want to know everything about your friends, including their ambitions,
Or claim
Ignorance is bliss?
You must decide,
Use your own perceptioins.
Create your own reality.
Create your own story.
Create your own destiny.
-Nathaniel Bajakian
Mrs. Burt's Class