i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

where the temperature lies at somewhere below ideal,

and its rainy,

but i love those days.

thursday is my tutorial day,

for EAS209 and ENG201

and so what happens is i go in at 1PM, and enter a highly intellectual

philosophical debate that involves eruditional knowledge of the humanities.

and then at 3PM, technical scansion, schemes, tropes - poetry.

and honestly, thursdays are some of the best days.

days in which my academic learning is rich and fruitful, and completely balanced out with personal forays into life in toronto.

equilibrium thursdays...

after moments of complete stillness, i feel that God always parts the waters for a bit,

and my feet hit solid ground.

thankful always for pockets of air through which i can breathe freely,

i celebrate spontaneity with a passion, and hope that my ideas don't step on anybody's sensitive toes.

life is chill in its best moments, but it is too in all its other moments.

all that really matters sometimes is a good cup of tea, a family loving you from somewhere else, and companionship that breaks shackles of societal pressure.

and you.

and you.

and you.

you make all the difference.