Take a look at me now- there's just an empty space.
I think Academia has drained me of my essence.
I miss my tendency to pick up a pen and write with reckless abandon. I miss finding phrases and quotes scrawled furiously on the back of receipts, napkins and hands.
Walking through the rain is lacking the simple peaceful nature it once had.
The flock of butterflies that once flooded my stomach when that special "he" accidentally grazed my hand or lingered on a gaze just a nano-second too long has migrated to another meadow.
I'm hoping that after May 10, 2007, I will be able to look into the mirror and recognize the person staring back at me.
I miss my tendency to pick up a pen and write with reckless abandon. I miss finding phrases and quotes scrawled furiously on the back of receipts, napkins and hands.
Walking through the rain is lacking the simple peaceful nature it once had.
The flock of butterflies that once flooded my stomach when that special "he" accidentally grazed my hand or lingered on a gaze just a nano-second too long has migrated to another meadow.
I'm hoping that after May 10, 2007, I will be able to look into the mirror and recognize the person staring back at me.