i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i know this because at 7:15PM in the library the windows still frame

glimpses of beautiful blue-orange sky.

metal patchwork of blue upon blue,

and a remarkable sense of silence,

that has been suppressed by the Glee soundtrack that rings in the space between my headphones and my ears.

my favorite kind of day.

where learning and living, leisure and activity throw themselves into a seamless flow of time

and i appreciate the many many many many blessings that make up my life.

and i wonder, dear reader

what you see right now.

is it beautiful or is it broken?

is it blue and white?

are the lights piercing through the darkness?

or fuzzy little balls winking mischievously in the distance?

or is there no view save for the concrete lines etched into another wall?

and i wonder if there is a method for which to remember these things forever.

to never forget,

to always be this hopeful.

and i wonder, dear reader,

do i see you?