i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

at a time in my academic career when i am forced to regurgitate essay after essay,

papers of intelligent thought, manipulated by rhetoric and tropes in a race

to sound the most intelligent, the most modern in the sense of here and now,

in an attempt to escape the modern and live outside the time frame,

in the eternal struggle to hit the 4.0,

i find myself incredibly motivated to write beyond these essays.

the words keep coming,

the thoughts keep spilling,

and i keep questioning if i were made for something beyond my vision.

if this is a call for active pursuit.

is this the actual dream?

here i am, today

19.

learning, living, trying still.

腳步依然堅持著，

我會走向更美麗的自己。

最完美的空間，

是兩個人的空間。

為甚麼？

因為，狂歡，是一群人的孤單。

if we were made for relationship with God,

even then, even that relationship is only two.

of course, this only holds true at this moment in time, with my current mood, with my current state of mind.

in an hour everything changes again.

and three becomes the perfect state of union.

truthfully though,

these solitary hours have become the most precious parts of my week.

the days where the audience is an audience of two.

of me and of you.

who is this you?