so much to say that nothing's been said...
...and i apologize to myself for that, because i know i'm going to want these intangible moments back later on. this is (some of) what i've been leaving out:
- watching the world wake up from its ignorant slumber to a screaming nightmare. it's as if everyone had just now realized for the first time that the earth isn't being held up by a great giant and are now panic stricken with fear that the planet will plummet and crash. i've been awake with this reality ever since i've been old enough to rationalize. to those who have just now joined me, i offer coffee and condolences.
- watching life apathetically march on without pause. i left all those who know my inside jokes, the streets i can walk blind, the bed molded perfectly by my sleeping form and all else i rely on for comfort to come back to school. my existence has become a ritual of morning swims, classes and hours slowly ticking away while working at the most intimidating place on the earth. i'm living in a noisy dorm suite with eight other rambunctious girls where the drama cranks up at seven a.m. and doesn't stop till three a.m. at the earliest. the red has faded from my hair that now tumbles into short curls just beneath my ears and the weather has returned to crisp air blowing against vivid skies. contrasts of color are creeping into the leaves as summer sings its elegy. all in all, it feels like i never even left.
- watching the world wake up from its ignorant slumber to a screaming nightmare. it's as if everyone had just now realized for the first time that the earth isn't being held up by a great giant and are now panic stricken with fear that the planet will plummet and crash. i've been awake with this reality ever since i've been old enough to rationalize. to those who have just now joined me, i offer coffee and condolences.
- watching life apathetically march on without pause. i left all those who know my inside jokes, the streets i can walk blind, the bed molded perfectly by my sleeping form and all else i rely on for comfort to come back to school. my existence has become a ritual of morning swims, classes and hours slowly ticking away while working at the most intimidating place on the earth. i'm living in a noisy dorm suite with eight other rambunctious girls where the drama cranks up at seven a.m. and doesn't stop till three a.m. at the earliest. the red has faded from my hair that now tumbles into short curls just beneath my ears and the weather has returned to crisp air blowing against vivid skies. contrasts of color are creeping into the leaves as summer sings its elegy. all in all, it feels like i never even left.