i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

not bad. the sappy poppy lovesongs are much altered, and improved..

in my opinion at least. ><

right now, to quote from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

"What is the meaning of life? That was all - a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years.

The great revelation had never come.

The great revelation perhaps never did come.

Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. This, that, and the other..... - this was of the nature of a revelation.

In the midst of chaos there was shape; this eternal passing and flowing (she looked at the clouds going and the leaves shaking) was struck into stability. Life stand still here,"

i find that immensely interesting..

this book intrigues me, by the way Woolf writes, and constantly paints out the bigger picture for you.. in order that the small will be just as it is: small.

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it is the end of the month today,

which means my first month of university life is at an end.

it seems much much longer...

like i've been here forever.

mixed emotions.

part of me revels,

in that the people here share the same passions...

the same thirst for knowledge..

and part of me suffocates..

that i can't be everything i could be.

and i don't know if that's because im a coward,

or if its the right thing to do.

the lines run so thin...

too thin.

september was a good start.

and now things will pick up,

like the winds..

and with those winds maybe

something will flame..

and set fire.

so small..

so big..

and the world keeps moving forward...

and time engulfs me, like a wave...

dragging me backward.. with it.. into a pool of nothing. of everything.