WHEN EVERYTHING FEELS FALL
hi friend,
on tuesday i wore a turtleneck for the first time of the year. there is something very symbolic about the unveiling of the turtleneck. it represents both the birth and death of two paralell extremes. on the one hand we have the tragic death of summer and all the hot sticky nights it stood for. in the opposite direction we have the birth of a very fulfledged autumn.
my creativity through the arts teacher told me that sophmore means "wise fool", which i believe is an incredibly appropriate definition. this year i am in the stephens house and nothing ridiculously horrible or anxiety attack provoking has happened.
the bastard has somehow shifted back into the very vaguely defined guy friend. sometimes when we talk i feel like everything is clicking at all the right instants and we're both flowing down the same sort of stream. however, there are still those other times when i feel as if we're still wandering opposite sides of the island without any sort of desire to conviene at the middle. until we do decide to have that midway island pow wow, i guess everything will remain crazy and full of sexual tension, just the way we like it.
i understand i am a huge dissapointment right now but, the intense workload is slowly desensifying me again. this summer taught me a lot about real friends and real love and real life situations. we will eventually cover each and every piece of what went on and who kissed who.
peace to jesus, man.
on tuesday i wore a turtleneck for the first time of the year. there is something very symbolic about the unveiling of the turtleneck. it represents both the birth and death of two paralell extremes. on the one hand we have the tragic death of summer and all the hot sticky nights it stood for. in the opposite direction we have the birth of a very fulfledged autumn.
my creativity through the arts teacher told me that sophmore means "wise fool", which i believe is an incredibly appropriate definition. this year i am in the stephens house and nothing ridiculously horrible or anxiety attack provoking has happened.
the bastard has somehow shifted back into the very vaguely defined guy friend. sometimes when we talk i feel like everything is clicking at all the right instants and we're both flowing down the same sort of stream. however, there are still those other times when i feel as if we're still wandering opposite sides of the island without any sort of desire to conviene at the middle. until we do decide to have that midway island pow wow, i guess everything will remain crazy and full of sexual tension, just the way we like it.
i understand i am a huge dissapointment right now but, the intense workload is slowly desensifying me again. this summer taught me a lot about real friends and real love and real life situations. we will eventually cover each and every piece of what went on and who kissed who.
peace to jesus, man.