i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

One class.

Proud to report i've hit an 80 on my response essays...

only climbing, only climbing.

Decided to go to the library (finally) to work on anthropology

with Hannah and finally figured out how to properly navigate the library portal website.

made insane progress today,

gathered all the proper sources i need for my essay ^^

the library does retain its magic

the big glass windows make for insane distraction though, observation of the world...one leaf at a time.

its november.

the year is almost half over.

what do i make of this?

i dont know.

its surreal.

time passing is so surreal...

eating away at my days...

changes?

plenty.

my tongue has stilled further.

i am a solid white cube.

in a meadow of flowers.

why does it feel so lonely...

today you told me

and you were happy.

i bit the words that were spilling over my heart.

and i wished you all the best.

either way, it feels like i've pushed a knife.

but then again, what do i know.. what can i say.

it is your walk.

today i heard of you

and the change in landscape in your mind

and my heart sours

and gets brittle.

maybe it never took root

or maybe its overwhelming..

i don't know

but its so sad so sad.

it is your walk.

being ordinary is beautiful and ugly all at once.

sometimes i wish i was more. sometimes im glad im not more.

i don't know.

i don't generate comments on appearance

i don't have a spectacular number of friends

i don't have an amazing intellect

or some inspirational life calling.

its just me.

where's the edge in life?

do i deserve one too?

So tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love?