Wednesday, September 28, 2005

grey light shines dimly in through the window and i am not completely alone in the room.

memories bounce off the walls like sunshine reflecting in water and light up different corners of the room... me and the walls and memories.

time goes by so quickly when you think about it.

i havent seen everyone at home in over a week, and i wont see them again for at least another two weeks and it feels like a lifetime. i feel like i am missing important things, events... everything. everythingremainsbusy.

and i guess i just wanted to say, i havent forgotten about you. and i miss you.

much love.

Monday, September 26, 2005

another weekend finds me in another place i will soon be able to label 'home-away-from-home' and i am content in your arms. time passes quickly as i realize it is almost october, and the weekends are coming much faster than i could ever imagine.

sitting together in a dark room with 3 other 'known strangers' watching a movie i find myself crying thinking about the boy with the open mouth grin. i never cry, i hate it, and yet the tears wont stop coming.

in the movie there is death and guns and misunderstanding and uniforms, lots of uniforms. it is the uniforms that get me.

come december once again you will don your uniform and leave to go to a place filled with death and guns and misunderstanding and there is no telling when you will come back. that is the reality of the situation.

that is a reality that i detest. it is a reality that i loath with every molecule within my body. uncertainty. this is uncertainty at it's very worst. you, boy are one of my best friends. and the place that you have taken in my heart has grown over the past year in ways i couldnt imagine. usually when it comes to endings and time to move on to a new chapter i run away... i am the great avoider. but i cannot avoid this.

this i have no control over. its all you. and yes, i have come to accept that this is what you chose for your life. it is a great and nobel path. but you are still a boy at heart...

and i just wish you could stay here with us.

last night the darkness was there to swallow my tears. but when you are gone, darkness i fear, will not be enough.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

tired conversations late into the night echo through dark rooms and bounce off of hollow walls to make the air feel empty and crackled with meaningless sound. we live a life through stories, because when together we cannot seem to do anything quite as interesting as in dreams. so we act out what could be real (but isnt) in a silly fashion that only makes one feel less for the meaning of what we truly are.

which is what i wonder. we never really know.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

while there lies a short list of similarities between us, it is the sea of differences that seems to keep us together, or rather, coming back for more.

it has been at least three weeks since i spoke with you last, and yet your words resound in my ears. not necessarily the outstanding content, although it does come to mind every now and then when i examine the way in which i run my life, but rather the deliberate complete assurance of your every thought.

everything you said was deliberate and well planned. which i believe is where our greatest difference lies.

your speech is like a song. if i were to write down the words that issued from your mouth, like a carefully crafted symphony it would be ready to send to the studio and be mass produced and sold to the public. no editor needed.

whereas the average person treats speech as a way to throw ideas out there into the open. it is the first of many verbal rough drafts before an idea is formulated in such a way that can be printed on paper, and mass produced.

or at least that is how my speech works.

i understand there are consequences to every aspect of life. and to say i do not think at all before i speak would be a lie. one cannot express exactly what is on their mind at any given moment of any given day. it would be rather dangerous to live in that manner.

regardless, i miss the deliberateness of your tone, and i could listen to your symphonies for hours.

you asked me last time we were together if you bored me, because you often talked about yourself as an example to your point.

i hope this gives a more clear answer to the question than what stumbled helplessly lost out of my mouth that night friend.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

it is time to move on.

it is time for new.

it is time to accept the present and stop worrying about the future, and just be.

that is what you told me to do, right?

dont worry about the future to the point where you cannot live happily and sufficiently in the now.

so here we go.

it's time for something new.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

i have adjusted to not being home... that wasnt a problem, as it was i wasnt home at all this summer, and when i was, it was mostly just to sleep.

i have adjusted to not working. i was getting tired of working everyday, as much as i love it and as much as it means to me it was burning me out. i am glad for a little break.

i have adjusted to the sleeping situation. the first few nights i couldnt sleep at all... now my head hits the pillow and i am out like a light.

i have adjusted to the work load. it will be a lot of work, but as long as i manage my time wisely i will be fine... classes wont be too tough to handle.

i have adjusted to sharing a tiny room, and sharing a bathroom with 24 girls and even living in an all girls building (which i was not excited about)...

i have adjusted to all the moving things....

but i havent adjusted to the fact that all my wonderful friends are at least 2 hours or more away. and i cant just call them up and meet the in ten minutes if i had a bad day, or if i need to just drive, or if i want to talk about something other than where i'm from or what my major is.

i miss my friends.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments So Dear

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife

In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life
How About Love?
How About Love?
How About Love?
Measure In Love
Seasons Of Love
Seasons Of Love

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man?

In Truths That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died

It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Tho' The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends
Remember The Love
Remember The Love
Remember The Love
Measure In Love

Measure, Measure Your Life In Love
Seasons Of Love...
Seasons Of Love


thank you all for such a wonderful sumer. for life has never been more beautiful.