2021 Collection
Class
of 2019
We were in the middle of nowhere covered by the dark blanket that is the night. We saw the glowing orange in our faces that made the river of our eyes shine brighter.
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We were infinite and maybe not everyone realized that that fire was us. The big wild flames were all those years, those unmoving years. But as the night went on the fire started dying, it disappeared before us until it turned into ashes.
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We never understood that everything has an end, but now we know it. That fire was us and the time of La Veinte ended right in front or our grown up faces.
sEA OF fACELESS pEOPLE
And I see people but it is very different because they are faceless.
Their skin is covered with colored lights instead of tan normal skin.
Their bodies are trying to keep up with the music’s rhythm but their intoxicated systems just can’t keep the pace.
Their breath stinks of alcohol and disgusting fried food that lingers in the air.
I walk and feel...lost. Where are my friends? Who is who? What is what? After all they are a sea of faceless people, people who I don’t really know.
As I walk out of the party and leave the absurd loud beat fade into the distance I realize there is an annoying buzzing in the silence. That my legs are wobbly because of exhaustion and that a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
In a sea of faceless people I see nothing and no one. Quickly I realized that I don’t really enjoy parties anymore.
MAXI
I love to stare.
Mom always told me it was rude to do so but I love to stare.
Maxi. That was your name, or your nickname I supposed.
It wasn’t like I asked you for your name, I may be bold but not that much. I read it from the back of your jacket.
You were walking smugly with your jet black hair wearing your grey varsity jacket. Too confident.
You had an earphone in your right and I supposed you were listening to mainstream music. That is just my intuition kicking in. I could be wrong and you could’ve been listening to something as weird as The Front Buttons, but I highly doubt it.
I love to stare.
Mom always told me it was rude to do so but the adrenaline of making eye contact thrills me.
Your brown eyes never mixed with mine, so I guess all we got from the supermarket were groceries.
The ugly friend
And you grow up thinking you are the most beautiful girl in the world, that’s what your parents told you.
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She should be a model with that thin body and the tallness going on, that’s what your aunts told you.
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But then you grow up and realize that people don’t agree with what the childhood comments told you.
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You see that you are one of the dudes with your guy friends and the wingman with your girl friends and you come to a conclusion.
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I am the ugly friend.
gREY PRINCE
Don’t you make up stories about strangers in the street? Because I do it all the time.
You were the badass dude with a leather jacket and a big and shiny motorcycle. With three piercings in the left ear and none in the right one.
But then you approach the bakery counter and asked for a Fruit Cake, you then smiled and giggly said it was for your mom. I smiled at how pretty you were.
When you were told to wait you nodded and turned around to put your things in a table...that is when your ocean eyes met mine.
After some seconds of staring you took two steps towards me. Then you snapped out of it and quickly sat on the table next to mine.
Don’t you make up stories about strangers in the street? Because I do it all the time.
Now, you were the prince with nice platinum/grey hair and big squared glasses. With a case for your tennis racket filled with stickers and a big heart for your mom.
I never got to hear your name for I left earlier than you but you are, in my mind, a Grey Prince