04-23-2008

So. today in between my American Politics Class and my Philosophy class, I found myself sitting on a bench, listening to Mono while the wind blew softly against my face. And i felt deep relaxation. I pulled out a 3X5 note card and i put my pen to it. This is the result of it.

"Fluxing apathy and a disgruntled start.
I'm left here with a tired wind....
I lay in this cold stagnate bed....
My heart is what remains of a blossoming garden, withered away by the harsh and barren winter.
My cold vines lay idle.
Countless pedals blow away with the indifferent wind.
Ill wait for the rain to come...and the sun to shine again.
I will wait for the seas9n to change...And life to spring yet again.
But the cold bitter truth is that in fact the world has ceased to turn.
Never to yield eh sights, sounds and smells of a beautiful new Spring."

Today was a weird day, i felt so detached, i felt like i was looking at myself in a 3rd person view.
Today was...just another day