February 2011
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I held my answers like breaths that weren’t worth letting go. And even when you’ve thrown a towel over your light I can still feel your glow. And even when your marks have turned into stains I can still feel the pulse of their power. Sometimes the best things we have to offer come with paths we had no idea existed. Trails we never realized we were leaving behind. And you’ve led me down all the...
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I used to write in stanzas, trying to find a form for words using carefully constructed rhyme schemes. I don’t know when I stopped caring about formulas or form— the confines of a perfect pattern— when my thoughts started becoming giant blocks of text instead of something more (for lack of a better way to put this) aesthetically pleasing.
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“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.”
– Henry David
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January 2011
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The cold is creeping in through the windows that won’t shut tight enough, under the door that squeaks when opened. So I’m letting myself go back to June and bare shoulders. Sunburns and sand.
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Tomorrow's To-Do List
Organic Chem Quiz
Oral Communication, Organic Chemistry, and Physics classes
5 hour chemistry lab
Help my roommate unpack and clean
Try to get in trumpet practice
Physics homework
Pick up packages
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“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche
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“To take photographs is to put one’s head, one’s eye and one’s heart on the same...”
– Henri Cartier-Bresson
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“Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest...”
– Louis E. Boone
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I’ve been trying to fill up these blank pages hoping their end will mean some sort of beginning for me, hoping inky scribbles will spell out a path and I will find the motivation to follow. I’ve been lost for months, breathing in the excess light from everyone who passes, praying to hold a little bit of their glow in my lungs. I’ve got little hands and big eyes stretched wide to see everything I...
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“A cynical young person is almost the saddest sight to see because it means that...”
– Maya Angelou
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“The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of...”
– Buddha
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More and more frequently, the world becomes tangible, available, waiting to be conquered. Sitting next to you I am convinced that all of our possibilities could become progress. Our momentary truces create two people who lacked the tension- the excitement- to mistrust passion. We are resigned to trust; dumbstruck by buttercups and butterflies. I contemplate this and have to laugh to myself. You...
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“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth...”
– Albert Einstein
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Did I ever tell you about the dark-rimmed, deep-seated fear of my heart? I can recall tracing my fingertips on bridges- my bones growing shorter, the days growing longer.
I could discern the season’s vague changes. I could feel the anxiety of everything. I could.
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“Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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I am free these days. I carry daydreams in my pockets wrapping the world’s wonders around my finger so I will never be able to forget them. I am taking strides to mirror my so called maker, turning tiny tragedies into things I will never regret. Here I am with my sunny skin and color on my cheeks. I am fresh like strawberries from the fridge. My mouth is red. And my tongue is ready for another...
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Confessions
I listen to that “Make A Man Out Of You” song from the Mulan soundtrack to get myself stoked for writing papers and studying.
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I was milk and you were oil. And now I understand what that means.
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“Lately, I’ve been getting inspiration from strange places. But I guess that’s...”
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Remembering things you forgot about from a long time ago, blustery days, string rings, finishing all the pages in journals and getting new ones, the sound of leaves when they’ve fallen and the wind pushes them up sidewalks, laughing (hysterically) and burying my face in my hands, finding a song that says what you need to say at the moment, the Universe, inspiration, being sure of things, good...
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“The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be.”
– Jay-Z
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Sometimes I secretly write things to myself and address them to other people. Like you. And you.
