The earth's position around the sun once again have confirmed that it's summer. School is out, and no longer do I have this undeniable tie to school, and in turn, to people at school. They no longer have to see me again if they wish, nor do I have to feel that awkward moment where I wave hi and they deliberately turn away. Why? My fault? Perhaps. Maybe. Yes in some, not at all, in other cases. Yet, I'm a bit sentimental about it all, who knew this would happen.
I wonder what will happen to all those memories. Should I leave them in Parking lot K? Open for anyone to stumble upon? Or should I leave them on Temple where so many precious memories have been kept since my college career began? Should I do that instead? Maybe I'll tuck those memories in between the rolling curves and hills of school, maybe with time, earth's tectonic plates will move fast enough to change the topography of the school. This way the memories could go deep in side the earth, and they will not resurface whenever I come visit this school, to my school.
I still have one day left, maybe I'll decide between now and then where I should tuck them in for the rest of times. Maybe, I'll come back in the middle of the night, bury them, only to desperately search for them at dawn or dusk, when light artfully comes to say its last goodbyes and newest hellos.
I have work to do this summer, and not languish as much as I did the last summer months. I want to indeed sharpen my skills. Talent in writing I hardly have any, yet, weirdly enough, it made me a better person. More sound, skillful, thoughtful, which I've desperately needed this past year. I feel like a child. I open my eyes anew with the coming of a new season. It's time again to be reborn and not dabble in heartless things, it's time to grow into an identity that I want. I struggle incessantly with myself. It's horrible especially since I felt I've regressed into a being that I can't quite identify with or am comfortable being around with during waking hours.
What I want is a little corner of a book shop where no one bothers me, or questions the reasons for me being there and I want to read, read for hours undisturbed. This would actually be made exponentially more awesome if I were able to seek refuge in some dense park with trees that become alarmingly more alive as the sun says its goodbyes for the day.
I want a little niche in some naturely lonely place where I can be overwhelemed with the beauty that needs no explanations, that needs not words. I want to corner myself there for a couple of hours and nap, and feel embraced by something that cannot lie, that can't betray or intentionally hurt me.
I want this the most, because sometimes, the only beauty in the world cannot be seen in someone's eyes. Sometimes, they deny you that, and you have to seek it elsewhere within the pockets of the earths, where it's soft and elusive, yet it's palpable.
I wonder what will happen to all those memories. Should I leave them in Parking lot K? Open for anyone to stumble upon? Or should I leave them on Temple where so many precious memories have been kept since my college career began? Should I do that instead? Maybe I'll tuck those memories in between the rolling curves and hills of school, maybe with time, earth's tectonic plates will move fast enough to change the topography of the school. This way the memories could go deep in side the earth, and they will not resurface whenever I come visit this school, to my school.
I still have one day left, maybe I'll decide between now and then where I should tuck them in for the rest of times. Maybe, I'll come back in the middle of the night, bury them, only to desperately search for them at dawn or dusk, when light artfully comes to say its last goodbyes and newest hellos.
I have work to do this summer, and not languish as much as I did the last summer months. I want to indeed sharpen my skills. Talent in writing I hardly have any, yet, weirdly enough, it made me a better person. More sound, skillful, thoughtful, which I've desperately needed this past year. I feel like a child. I open my eyes anew with the coming of a new season. It's time again to be reborn and not dabble in heartless things, it's time to grow into an identity that I want. I struggle incessantly with myself. It's horrible especially since I felt I've regressed into a being that I can't quite identify with or am comfortable being around with during waking hours.
What I want is a little corner of a book shop where no one bothers me, or questions the reasons for me being there and I want to read, read for hours undisturbed. This would actually be made exponentially more awesome if I were able to seek refuge in some dense park with trees that become alarmingly more alive as the sun says its goodbyes for the day.
I want a little niche in some naturely lonely place where I can be overwhelemed with the beauty that needs no explanations, that needs not words. I want to corner myself there for a couple of hours and nap, and feel embraced by something that cannot lie, that can't betray or intentionally hurt me.
I want this the most, because sometimes, the only beauty in the world cannot be seen in someone's eyes. Sometimes, they deny you that, and you have to seek it elsewhere within the pockets of the earths, where it's soft and elusive, yet it's palpable.
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