The Count
26 days. Dear God it's only 26 more days.
If you don't know what I speak of dear friend then you haven't been paying attention to the only thing I write about here. My bachelor's degree is almost done ad now I am just as full of doubt and uncertainty as I was when I first got out of high school. I'm thinking about a semester off, but that strikes me as a remarkably bad idea.
I'm looking forward to a summer back in the place that is now so very foreign to me but which I cannot help but think of as home. I love her in a way that very few people can understand. The city of my youth lives under my skin and thrums through me with every breathe I take, but having left her we can only exist in passing flashes of immediate presence. I cannot again take up permanent residence in her. I cannot do anything but yearn for midnight walks along the thin white edge of infinite darkness with her. I miss those nights, the ones where the girl at my side felt like an invader in the silent passivity of the nocturnal expanses.
Oh well, I think I should try to get in somewhere in the fall, though that might mean that I can never return to the Island. The only Island.
Still I think I'm going to miss the tempestuous bitch of a hell born demon that I call my living residence now.
If you don't know what I speak of dear friend then you haven't been paying attention to the only thing I write about here. My bachelor's degree is almost done ad now I am just as full of doubt and uncertainty as I was when I first got out of high school. I'm thinking about a semester off, but that strikes me as a remarkably bad idea.
I'm looking forward to a summer back in the place that is now so very foreign to me but which I cannot help but think of as home. I love her in a way that very few people can understand. The city of my youth lives under my skin and thrums through me with every breathe I take, but having left her we can only exist in passing flashes of immediate presence. I cannot again take up permanent residence in her. I cannot do anything but yearn for midnight walks along the thin white edge of infinite darkness with her. I miss those nights, the ones where the girl at my side felt like an invader in the silent passivity of the nocturnal expanses.
Oh well, I think I should try to get in somewhere in the fall, though that might mean that I can never return to the Island. The only Island.
Still I think I'm going to miss the tempestuous bitch of a hell born demon that I call my living residence now.