i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

what with paper topics, reading schedules and prayer notes.

i am busy, busy, busy but happily so.

and still finding time in between for sushi boxes and laughter,

for aloe vera and hierarchies,

for storytelling and dreaming.

after a hard 5 days,

i'm finally caught up to where i'm supposed to be for the week.

geared up for another tuesday tomorrow of life as a sophomore in university.

university has been rewarding,

but i find myself on an island,

drifting in the intellectual currents of a giant ocean,

knocking up against other islands,

temporarily.

stop to visit,

but everyday i end up back on my island

and we float away.

my island and i.

you stepped on my island,

and stayed for a while,

and left footprints, a firepit and a tent.

but now you're on your own island,

and our currents seem to be inverse.

see you on the other side of the world,

my friend.