It’s getting crowded now.
(I don’t like crowds)
More people are pouring in
And it’s getting louder.
I’m struggling to find a space for myself.
And the questions are starting to come
How are you?
What’s your name?
How’s school; what’s your major?
The usual questions.
I’m still not having fun.
I’ve managed to find a space to myself
A singular island in the sea of strange faces
It’s a small victory
But for the moment I’m content.
A Blank Space 