quasi_sean

he likes the winter because it smells like comfort.
the clouds are all around--gray imaginations.

it is october again.
new friends.
new cries.

woe is me!

the school is going well--altho kicking my ass into a state of tired that I haven't felt in yrs. once i relocate--more sleep, study, and new poems. i've made such good friends. my updo's are coming along.

i miss her. always. more than ever.

hopefully she will come soon and i can wrap my arms around her and keep her inside me. her laughter and enthusiasm is just about the greatest sound in the world.

peace for everybody. the wall can only stand for so long.