Here I sit, day after day wasting away. I wish someone would just put me out of my misery. School; Novocain for the soul. These words touch me in an eccentric fashion. The gate opens, to what, I will never know; until. I feel its presents. The whole class gets sucked into a portal. The world is ending, as we know it. I feel you deep within my soul, pushing and prodding at my innards with a bony finger. A finger white as snow, time flies by as I sit. In the same seat as every day as the teacher rambles on about god and relationships. I am starting to doubt. Is there a higher power? If so then it should at least show us a sign. I am highly sceptical. The answer to this can only be found through the portal. In death, we find the answers that haunt us the most. A human being. So fragile, but so determined to live. If everything is pre-determined, then why the fuck are we here? What's the point? Don't you wish you could just stop time? It would be so nice if time were to stop and start at my convenience. My heart beats in unison to yours, intertwined in a moment of sheer bliss, happiness and love. here i sit, fried to shit, imma pack another bowl and take a hit. i donno wtf im doing, baked as hell, in the wierdest/happiest/awesomestly eccentric mood ever, fuck it, enjoy.
Don't get me wrong, your ideas are good. You just need to communicate them more creatively, outside the box.