don't stop this train. dont for a minute change the place you're in
Friday mornings are just a continuation of thursday nights as I am trapped in studio until presentations at 9:30am. This friday I snuck out at 6am, me being only 1 of two people who survived the night, although Reynan was sleeping on chairs. One day I will post pictures, but I just have to say that the sun was rising over our building, the white christmas lights were still on from the night before and I realized how quickly the semester has gone.
I will miss you Columbia, even though I don't really belong here, which at times make me feel better about myself. I will miss the sunrises and the group of old people who do tai-chi at 7am every morning in front of the journalism building. I will miss the street market friday-sunday, where I get the best hot apple cider imaginable. I will miss being in constant awe of your megalithic structures, and how they have become so welcoming and yet still make me feel so humble.
"but for tonight i'll stay here with you
but when the sun hits your eyes through your window, there will be nothing you can do."
maybe if i don't finish my final i won't have to leave...
I will miss you Columbia, even though I don't really belong here, which at times make me feel better about myself. I will miss the sunrises and the group of old people who do tai-chi at 7am every morning in front of the journalism building. I will miss the street market friday-sunday, where I get the best hot apple cider imaginable. I will miss being in constant awe of your megalithic structures, and how they have become so welcoming and yet still make me feel so humble.
"but for tonight i'll stay here with you
but when the sun hits your eyes through your window, there will be nothing you can do."
maybe if i don't finish my final i won't have to leave...