i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

but its hard to quell the immense sense of exhilaration at having finished 4 essays and a presentation.

teehee

where is the line that divides the writer and me?

is blogging that different from literary writing?

i write about me.

but i still make use of the same techniques most authors use,

even autobiography and memoir use veiling techniques to distance in some way, the speaker from the author.

whatever.

haha

its valentine's day.

last year today, i called you.

and i cried.

praying the same prayer i pray now.

even though we seem to be standing on parallel pavements.

maybe if you turned your head and so did i,

our glances can meet,

even if our hearts can't.

and i know it'll be a smile,

because of the things you were.

not the things i should do. did. done.

..

and this year's today will pass with nothing.

no peaks, no dips.

just me, flatlining.

and although it hurts,

i think i'll be okay.