The time is drawing near. I'll be leaving soon. I'm excited, but I have these moments of emotion that overwhelm me. All these people I've been around the past few months - my friends, I may not see again. It's weird to think I only have a few more hours, maybe minutes with a few of the people I love to see regularly. Sure, I'll miss my family, but I'll see them again. I know I will. But my friends, those people that make me laugh, those people I love to chill with and have awkward conversations with, yes, them - will I see them again? Maybe, maybe not. Though, I know I've cherished these moments I've lived with them.
In a few months, then a few years, my mind will slowly lose the memories I'm holding to right now. My heart won't feel the burden then, but I'm not worried about the future, or how I'm going to cope. I don't know. My mind's jumbled, trying to find the right words to convey my feelings seem inadequate. Anyway, tomorrow will be fun. I'm tripping with friends.
“Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.”
"No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path."
"For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life."
"Dwell in possibility. "
"Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does."
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